THE THREE-EYED PEOPLE

In Los Angeles, there is an infamous strip of road called Sunset Boulevard. Located between Beverly Hills and Hollywood, its colorful history spans decades. Stories of musicians like Led Zeppelin driving motorcycles through hotel lobbies to drug-fueled nights at Chateau Marmont. Tucked off of the strip is Doheny Drive. A stretch of road leading into the Hollywood Hills. Stopped at the intersection of Sunset and Doheny, a vintage baby blue Cadillac Eldorado turns the corner and pulls to the side.

A girl with dark red hair sat in the driver seat – a blonde in the other. “You look like you know how to have a good time... We are heading into the hills to a party, get in.” The Cadillac guzzles into the hills passed rows of towering palm trees. A man sitting under an umbrella on the side of the road comes into vision. Tucked behind him is a glasshouse surrounded by every kind of plant you could imagine. The girls exit the car and head inside. Strolling behind them down a marble tile walkway, they enter the house through reverberating bass. They make their way poolside when one of them says “want to come to the moon?” A tiny, thin square piece of paper arrives on a plate. “We’ll see you on the other side.” As the veil between worlds begins to lift, the plant life around the house became alive. “Let’s go outside” the red head says. Following her on the way out, a realization sets in: everyone at the house has three eyes.