Posted by Darth Dobbin at 208-58-250-208.s462.tnt1.nwhv.ct.dialup.rcn.com on August 18, 2000 at 22:20:53:
Kevin:
Last board, somebody posted that on a recent Jersey pilgrimage(sidenote- how odd a concept is that?), they ended the day at the shore, and were handed Skeeball tickets by a kindly old man who claimed he had no use for them.
My question to you is this: Is this guy some sort of fixture 'round your parts, and did he provide a sort of LUCAS IN LOVE template for the story of DOGMA?
Do DOGMA's origin finds itself with a young Skeeball playing Kevin Smith being handed tickets, like mana from heaven, from a wizended and kindly old man? Did a tiny little Smith-boy look up at that smiling face, and entertain the notion of "What if that was God?"
Do tell: does life work in such story-like fashion, or is this completely coincidental?
In a related note, there's this crazy, creepy old man who was always at TOAD'S PLACE in New Haven(circa early to mid 90s), who became an odd sort of mascot to the local disaffected youth. Local radio stations booked him for appearences, even. He'd dance in a bizzarre, Leather-face-like jig, and take out a comb from his back-pocket, and then wrap his top lip up to his nose (sans teeth, he was)containing the comb in a fleshy envelope of filtrum. In the oddly embarrasing way that people react to persistant but harmless crazy folk, girls would dance with him, and guys would high five him and such. There always seemed to me, at least, the implicit knowlege though, that for the same money, and slightly different crowd mechanics, the same old crazy guy could concievably be beaten to death by those self-same high-fivers if he did the exact same schtick in a parking lot, and not a rock-club. What if *that* guy was God?
If so, it'd explain why stuff is so screwed up.