16:5 Lost Footage: Enrique Bravocdo

UNFINISHED DOCUMENTARY, STATE OF GRACE   |  Mid-1970s

Interviewee: ENRIQUE BRAVOCADO

That must have been some really good coke. It what seemed like no time at all, Zongo and I had hacked our way through the heavy growth and were starting to see moonlight coming through the other side.

The night was silent except for the hypnotic crashing of the surf somewhere in the distance. I was the first to break through the undergrowth and distinctly heard the sound of a bullet being chambered. Once you’ve been on the wrong side of that sound, you never forget it. I stopped cold. Zongo, clueless to the situation, blundered right into me knocking us both out into the open.

My mind reeled as it took in the scene of the biggest moon I had ever seen silhouetting a Victorian mansion and a helicopter with a surfboard lashed to the bottom of it.

“Hey, bruddah, ever been shot?” A voice out of the darkness questioned. “I have, wanna see?”

“Holy fuck!” Zongo exploded and shoved me aside. “It’s Charlie Fucking Danger! Who shot you?”

“Charlie did,” Danger said. “Fred Williams, you son-of-a-bitch. What are you and your buddy trying to do, give me the heebie-jeebies? You know I have a delicate constitution.”

“The only thing delicate about you, Chuck, are them fancy panties you wear under those baggies.”

“You ought to know, Freddie, I got them from your sister.”

The two went on and on, playing the dozens until I finally broke in. “So I take it you two know each other?”

It turned out that Zongo and Charlie met right after he’d come back from Vietnam and they had been pretty tight. I guess they just lost touch when Zongo packed it in and went to the mainland to be part of the scene.

Both Charlie and I laughed our asses off when he told us the story about the how the Condor sign talked to him one night. Who’s to say? I’ve seen—if not crazier things—some pretty weird shit out on the edge.

Well, we spent a good piece of time there in the courtyard, laughing and smoking some primo weed that Charlie was holding. At one point, we had been talking about all the heads that had been showing up on the island, and wouldn’t be cool if we had a place where we could all hang out together where we wouldn’t get hassled.

Zongo took a big hit and looked kind of philosophically up at the moon so that we followed his gaze. “Have I got an idea!” he said once he had blown out the hit, and that was that. Milakale was reborn.

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