OK, I know I’m breaking with the narrative a bit here by skipping to the present day…but the reason is that my old foe, Santa Muerte — Saint Death, who plays a pivotal role in our movie — has struck again.
Earlier today, we were filming a bloody Santa Muerte induction ceremony in an abandoned apartment building in downtown Albuquerque…and guess what happened? I lost my new cell phone.
Yep, it’s gone. If it wasn’t stolen from the craft service cart on the bustling street below, then it was somehow sucked into the shadows of our dusty old set. But I’m convinced that my phone has left this plain altogether and that somewhere, Santa Muerte is texting her friends like mad.
Seriously, I looked EVERYWHERE for that thing. And if I couldn’t find my phone anywhere on set with the aid of a dust mask, a pair of latex gloves and a snow shovel…well, I don’t think that thing will ever be found…
Man…first my laptop, then my cell phone…I guess the big lesson here is, don’t write scripts about skeletal street Saints. And, you know, make sure you keep your cell phone in your pocket on set!
3 responses to “Santa Muerte strikes again…”
Have you offered a Prayer of Intersession to the Patron Saint of Lost Objects? Try this:
“Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony,
Please come down.
Something’s been lost,
And must be found.”
Repeat as necessary.
Always works for me.
Wow, thanks…I’ll try that, Damon. But in the meantime…I had Christine transfer my service back to my old cell phone for me this evening. So sad… 😦
That explains that scary message I heard when I tried calling you yesterday. I swear it was Santa Muerte’s voice pretending to be a recording, saying something to the effect of, “This cell phone number is no longer in service.” Scary indeed!