My people in L.A. Lawrence and Jenny took me out for lunch in the place they took me to for a send-off party a few years ago when I left L.A. It's the same place I'd go to for late night snacks after work or early morning breakfasts before work or just anything. Open 24/7. We saw the oompa-loompa midget there.
The next day we saw the red haired girl from E.R. at another place. It's fun being rich and famous in Los Angeles. I did find it slightly depressing after 48 hours though. Just so spread out so how do you not feel lonely in all that space?
I met my old friend Marijke who is dividing her time between writing content for hip-hop radio shows and interviewing such celebrities as Paris Hilton and Snoop Dog. She has even gotten new hair and a new car to match her rich and famous Los Angeles lifestyle.
Lawrence, meanwhile, was in the basement writing a song for a cool new movie which I probably am not allowed to say anything about. But it's set in Japan and the main character is American and you know how much I love movies about Americans in Japan. By the way I know the screenwriter from my days at the Zen Center of Santa Monica. mmm, Zen Centers of the rich and famous.
Speaking of filmmakers, I also met with Charity, the fifth of the "Five Sisters" production company. We took off our shoes and walked along the beach. She offered to put my shoes in her back pack but I told her I didn't want to stink up her bag. Not that my shoes really stink but it just seemed like it would be crossing a line.
I drove to Fresno yesterday morning to open the show. The drive is a good one with a balance of mountains and vineyards and orchards along the road. It's 200 miles. I stopped along the way and had the unfortunate, and depressing occasion to witness a family in the MacDonald parking lot getting their car towed away out there in the middle of nowhere.
The car was on a flatbed truck, clearly way past dead with not much of the front end, paint, or tires left. They were in the parking lot with everything they owned in garbage bags. It was a man, his wife, a daughter, a baby, two very nice little dogs, and a young boy who said, "Daddy what's happening to our car?"
"No more car."
That doesn't help me fight off the depression at all. But this morning while sitting in the Donniker I notice the posting on the wall which states that in case of emergency: "Do Not panic"
The next day we saw the red haired girl from E.R. at another place. It's fun being rich and famous in Los Angeles. I did find it slightly depressing after 48 hours though. Just so spread out so how do you not feel lonely in all that space?
I met my old friend Marijke who is dividing her time between writing content for hip-hop radio shows and interviewing such celebrities as Paris Hilton and Snoop Dog. She has even gotten new hair and a new car to match her rich and famous Los Angeles lifestyle.
Lawrence, meanwhile, was in the basement writing a song for a cool new movie which I probably am not allowed to say anything about. But it's set in Japan and the main character is American and you know how much I love movies about Americans in Japan. By the way I know the screenwriter from my days at the Zen Center of Santa Monica. mmm, Zen Centers of the rich and famous.
Speaking of filmmakers, I also met with Charity, the fifth of the "Five Sisters" production company. We took off our shoes and walked along the beach. She offered to put my shoes in her back pack but I told her I didn't want to stink up her bag. Not that my shoes really stink but it just seemed like it would be crossing a line.
I drove to Fresno yesterday morning to open the show. The drive is a good one with a balance of mountains and vineyards and orchards along the road. It's 200 miles. I stopped along the way and had the unfortunate, and depressing occasion to witness a family in the MacDonald parking lot getting their car towed away out there in the middle of nowhere.
The car was on a flatbed truck, clearly way past dead with not much of the front end, paint, or tires left. They were in the parking lot with everything they owned in garbage bags. It was a man, his wife, a daughter, a baby, two very nice little dogs, and a young boy who said, "Daddy what's happening to our car?"
"No more car."
That doesn't help me fight off the depression at all. But this morning while sitting in the Donniker I notice the posting on the wall which states that in case of emergency: "Do Not panic"
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