the current fantasy/hello los angeles/living in a tree-fort
i drive in at sunset and the city smells like spent jet fuel. is that a sign? a bad one? don’t believe in ‘em.
so i ride into town under the power of my roof-rack jet-pack, after burning through the desert like a prairie fire, and i hit the traffic. not too bad, really.
when i get to where i think the house is, i get totally confused. let’s not forget that i’m anxious already, and that my house sounds remarkably similar to marlowe’s in the long goodbye, and that i'm demented from the road. the gate throws me off. i pictured one thing and here’s another (this will happen again). is this my gate. turns out, it is.
i go in and park and then stagger past some houses and paths as i climb up the 92 stairs to my house – right in the heart of ewok village. holy shit, i live in a treehouse. “crazy,” i think. and then, right after that, i think, “perfect.”
enchanted and whimsical shit must go on up here and i deserve to be a part of it.
the current fantasy is that i’ll stay here for at least two years. and by ‘here’ i mean the house but i’d settle for the entire state of california. just don’t let me slink back to new york again.
i bring some things up to the house and then michelle cancels on me because she’s been scheduled for early surgery tomorrow morning on some kind of animal (and also her “roommate” is freaking out), so i meet up with dave and tim and drink beer and talk about things like my house in the sky. then i have a “hollywood moment” – in walks a guy i haven’t seen in years, a hollywood actor type, and we recognize each other. we reacquaint ourselves and chatter and phone number exchange and he calls over another who i actually already have in my phone and wow look at that. is this what life is like here? strange.
the other guy and i are engaged in a heated debate over who lives in a crazier place when he brings up “the long goodbye” connection and i assure him it’s not that, because i’d thought that myself, and he thinks this girl there might live there so he calls over another girl to ask her if that girl is the one he’s thinking of, and it turns out she’s not. he introduces me to the other girl who, it turns out, i also know, from about 7 years ago. she is also a hollywood actor. do you think new york would still take me back now?
hollywood hollywood hollywood and then i learn that another friend of mine has just been cast in christopher guest’s new movie, and that’s awesome, and then hollywood hollywood hollywood, i eat some tacos and go home.
home?
and then today i carry boxes all afternoon. up all those stairs. by myself. now i know why the ewoks were a communal people.
so i ride into town under the power of my roof-rack jet-pack, after burning through the desert like a prairie fire, and i hit the traffic. not too bad, really.
when i get to where i think the house is, i get totally confused. let’s not forget that i’m anxious already, and that my house sounds remarkably similar to marlowe’s in the long goodbye, and that i'm demented from the road. the gate throws me off. i pictured one thing and here’s another (this will happen again). is this my gate. turns out, it is.
i go in and park and then stagger past some houses and paths as i climb up the 92 stairs to my house – right in the heart of ewok village. holy shit, i live in a treehouse. “crazy,” i think. and then, right after that, i think, “perfect.”
enchanted and whimsical shit must go on up here and i deserve to be a part of it.
the current fantasy is that i’ll stay here for at least two years. and by ‘here’ i mean the house but i’d settle for the entire state of california. just don’t let me slink back to new york again.
i bring some things up to the house and then michelle cancels on me because she’s been scheduled for early surgery tomorrow morning on some kind of animal (and also her “roommate” is freaking out), so i meet up with dave and tim and drink beer and talk about things like my house in the sky. then i have a “hollywood moment” – in walks a guy i haven’t seen in years, a hollywood actor type, and we recognize each other. we reacquaint ourselves and chatter and phone number exchange and he calls over another who i actually already have in my phone and wow look at that. is this what life is like here? strange.
the other guy and i are engaged in a heated debate over who lives in a crazier place when he brings up “the long goodbye” connection and i assure him it’s not that, because i’d thought that myself, and he thinks this girl there might live there so he calls over another girl to ask her if that girl is the one he’s thinking of, and it turns out she’s not. he introduces me to the other girl who, it turns out, i also know, from about 7 years ago. she is also a hollywood actor. do you think new york would still take me back now?
hollywood hollywood hollywood and then i learn that another friend of mine has just been cast in christopher guest’s new movie, and that’s awesome, and then hollywood hollywood hollywood, i eat some tacos and go home.
home?
and then today i carry boxes all afternoon. up all those stairs. by myself. now i know why the ewoks were a communal people.
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