around midnight, now and then, someone will make their way to the computer...
California is the land of dreams. everyone knows this, everyone feels it, everyone believes it. new york too but if you make it in new york you still gotta take the subway so fuck that.
in LA if you make it you end up with too many cars, not too many tokens.
today we interviewed two young adults who just made it into town from tuscon arizona. they appeared to be homeless. their sign said ex supermodels in need of plastic surgery or something. it was funny.
the young man had amazingly blue eyes and the beautiful young woman sported a bow tattoo on her head. reminicent of the hello kitty character.
they told us that they had come here to escape the brutal heat of the painted desert. which was funny since it was one of the first 90+ days we had had all year.
shade, relief, new start, whatever, those kids came for the dream and maybe they'll find it because they were two of the realist people id run across in a long time and they were dead center in the land of make believe.
someone asked me about the picture of the dude and she said she felt sorry for him and then i showed her the video and she feel sorry any more, she felt encouraged because that dudes fine, its the rest of us who need help.
today LAist had our satelite dish finally installed on the side of the skyscraper. it had been on top of a small wooden crate outside the front door on the porch since 2001. with the cable running through a hole in the screen. blame the sun, blame the stars, blame the terrorists but for some reason the dish being pointed directly at a bush inches in front of it was no longer receiving a signal.
which not only allows us to watch local and national news, as well as current events, but the feng is so aligned with the shui thats its insane. not that we had any problems with anything in this domicle at all. hardwood floors, french doors, mexican blankets hung on nails to work as curtains, fireplace, huge tv, black leather couch, isla vista coffee table, ikea oriental rug, and wifi, this office couldnt be better. this dream couldnt be more complete.
the california dream. the one those kids on hollywood blvd really came here for because lets face it, how many people do you know who are walking around with hats with tuscon written on em. just sayin.
the california dream is a little different than the regular dream though. if the dream is to build a bridge we'd prefer it to look more like the golden gate, whereas if the dream is to have a mansion it would resemble the playboy mansion.... a little. just like if you would dream to own a sports team, it would be the lakers. since the yankees suck.
my dream has always been a simple one. to be a baseball player.
once i gave up on that one, i got several more. and once those were completely stomped out, i saw an old man with a sheet of paper in his hand go into a tall building and come out with a huge sack with a dollar sign scrawled on it, and i said aloud "that's it, that's what i'll do with my life."
and a cop running into the building said, "what, be a bank robber?"
and i said, "yes, i will get paid to write."
