From Brentwood to Hollywood, from Downtown to Westwood, someone or something is striking fear into the hearts and noses of every law-abiding, meditating, bikhram yoga-doing Angelino. It strikes without remorse or pity on a symbol held sacred for centuries. The police are baffled, citizens are scared, and the audience is asked to solve a riddle that sounds like an old zen Koan, Who S*@t On The Buddha? Is it the Pop-star? The moneyman? The talk show host? Maybe even the guru? As we get to know each character, everyone becomes a suspect and no one looks or smells innocent.