Hey Y’all, my name is Olivia O Wyatt. I’m a filmmaker & USCG certified captain (50 ton). I grew up landlocked in Little Rock, Arkansas and my roots are dug down deep in the south. But my flower is a wildflower that withers without sunshine and salt, so now I live aboard my 34 ft. sailboat, Juniper, and wander around in the wilderness of waves.
Half a decade ago, I was in L.A. and the sky started shouting and there were frogs and lightning and the sun became eclipsed by a winter moon. That’s when he appeared, the homeless man in a cream-colored suit. We crossed paths on a Santa Monica sidewalk. He looked at me and said, “Hey sugar it’s my birthday. You got a dollar?” I handed him two dollars, smiled, said “Happy Birthday,” and walked away.
After a few minutes he chased me down and screamed, “The spirits wanted me to tell you that you are a writer! Why aren’t you writing? You need to write!”
It gave me chicken skin and everything, but I didn’t make much of it. Several days later, I was riding my pale pink bike on the Venice boardwalk. A woman stood in front of me, flapping her arms like some drunken bird. I stopped.
She said, “I have a message for you. You are a writer. They wanted me to tell you to write.”
This message came to me again and again and again, in multiple cities and always from the mouths of strangers. Anyway, after determining that I was not having some sort of a mental breakdown, I finally started to write, and this is the stuff that fell out of my head.
*Podcast music by Alex Piazza – He’s a classically handsome multi-instrumentalist that just got a new haircut. He plays; guitar, pedal steel, lap steel, banjo, ukulele, bass, and piano. Will play for food. firstname.lastname@example.org