By P.J.C. with help from Steven Chiu Liu, Feliza Kohan, Bob McGinness, and Jessica Lent. Photo assistance, Travis Lent.
Michael Myers, Court 3, is sort of a shy guy, keeps to himself; if you see him in the laundry room he’ll probably just issue a grunt in passing. He loves kids, especially teenagers, loves to hear them laugh and scream. In his garage you’ll find a vast collection of sharp objects; during the recent inspection, he was cited for the dark stain found in one corner.
Frida spends her days in her Court 7 flat painting ruminative self-portraits and sipping mezcal out of an orthopedic shoe. On the Dia del Muerto she plans to sing “Moon over Venice” in honor of her sister, Silvia, and light a candle in her memory. Look for her during the Halloween procession; she’ll be the one walking with a limp.
Returning from Irwindale some years ago, a man (let’s call him “Bob”) experienced an insatiable craving for hot sauce. Before long, he wouldn’t answer to anything but “Sriracha Man.” If you trick or treat his Court 2 home on Halloween, don’t expect any candy; Sriracha Man passes out packets of hot sauce. Suck it, wimps.