INJUSTICE!

Man oh man don't be envious of my life (today).

Driving to work this morning to a job I loathe I get struck by another motorist (term "motorist" used lightly). I'm in the "#1" lane on La Cienega and this woman (THIS FUCKING CUNT) is about to cut me off from the "#2" lane. I slam on the breaks and lean on the horn. My car stalls. She bumps me not too hard. If the altercation ended there it would not be news worthy, but it does not end there. After this woman (THIS FUCKING CUNT) bumps me she decides (I assume) in that split second that she is not sticking around to take responsibility for her actions. Whilst bumping up against my car, this woman (THIS FUCKING CUNT) accelerates and shatters the light cover over my left headlight. Remember, attentive reader, my car is stalled. She drives away, through the light that is about to turn and before I can start my engine or read her license plate she turns and is gone.

Car damage: minimal

Ego damage: moderate

Psychological damage as it relates to my declining affinity for Los Angeles: extreme

On an unrelated note, because I don't just share things on google reader without being earnest (except sometimes) I went to the refurbished sizzler on Sepulveda near the Howard Hughes Center last night. I got to say, I was impressed (and full!) and Laura and I made it out of there under $30 with tax and tip.

It's pronounced 2000 and 10...

Enough of this 20-10 shit. In the 22nd century people can go back to being philistines that shorten everything. In the meantime let's speak proper English.

I spent a couple of weeks outside of Los Angeles, but already I'm back and it's as if I never left (interpret how you wish). In the meantime, dispose of your Christmas trees and tacky seasonal lawn and facade adornments. Tis no longer the season.

I started work on a top secret screenplay (not really top secret) so you all have something to look forward to when I sell that shit and send you all a really nice photo of myself in Mallorca.

Today is the first day...

So here are things I enjoy:

1. Photography

2. Sports

3. Movies

4. Wine

5. Autonomy

Today I signed up for a writing class at "UCLA Extension" (a side benefit of this may or may not by similar to that of Extenze). I'm not going to notify my employer, even though this class will probably conflict with my work schedule every Wednesday for two months. I got home from work yesterday thoroughly pissed off at my life so I broke out the version of Final Draft 7 that I'm continually thankful Mark Lapadula finagled me into purchasing 3 years ago. I loaded that bitch up and started writin'. I'm going to begin my writing career chronicling my experience as a successful one man business. It will be like The Wire for the Ivy League set (hopefully).

If you remember any anecdotes or interesting moments in my brief but fortuitous career (like the time Tom and Dan came to visit New Haven, we went to Pepe's, and Tom couldn't stop talking about ditching NY to return to campus) send them along! Or else I'll have to become a wine drunk quirky high school sports photographer (AND WRITE A SITCOM ABOUT IT!)

The Return

It's been awhile. I want to apologize for my absence. I've been fucking around in Hollywood worrying too much about "perception." Sometimes you (meaning I) need to move on from things, and I believe the best way to do that is to return to the innocence of youth in as much as I can restore my sense of wonderment and regain my confidence in my ability to succeed through trial and error.

So I'm giving error a try. I've made some bad career decisions. I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm moving on to the next thing and I'd like you all to come along with me. I'm going to tell my story again, and if you so choose to indulge me I'll keep you informed of the ups and downs.

In this season of wish lists I've decided to create a wishnot-list. This list will consist of things I wish not to do:

1. First and foremost, I don't want to do anyone else's job. By that I mean, I don't want to "assist" anyone. Fuck that. I want to score.

2. I don't want to be a doctor/dentist. I am repulsed by the outside of most human bodies. I can only imagine how I would react upon seeing the inside.

3. I don't want to work for a big corporation.

4. I don't want to work for the government (i guess this is unnecessary after item #3)

5. I don't want to be really famous. It's more desirable to have only the right people know who you are. Besides, look what happened to that idiot Tiger "Cheetah" Woods.

Tomorrow I'll start to list criterion that might encompass a task I would like to do.