so, you may remember 6 months ago my promise to myself that i would write more often. a lot has happened between then and now but, alas, i did not keep my promise.
oh well, let's just jump right in. i'm sitting in an apartment in hollywood with two strangers i met three days ago and have spent almost every waking moment with. LA is weird. all anyone does is just sit around and wait for the night to come. you sit around at a restaurant then you sit around at a coffee shop then you sit around at someones apartment then you sit around at a bar then you sit around on a roof then you sit around until you eventually pass out. then you wake up, sit around and do it all over again. i'm not sure if it's how everyone in los angeles lives their lives, but it is how unemployed actors, musicians, writers and aspiring porn stars do. i'm sort of in love.
yesterday (while i was sitting around at a coffee shop) i saw someone almost get mauled, someone almost get hit by a car and someone almost steal a bicycle in a matter of moments. the almost-maul was the best one. this girl (who had obviously just come from yoga) brought her cutey-pie black lab to the coffee shop where i was sitting outside. she tied him up to a metal table about three away from me. the dog sat there calmly as people passed back and forth. suddenly he stood up and started barking. not just barking but a sort of snarly, teeth bared, neck hair up, yanking on the leash barking that caused everyone to turn around a look at what the dog was barking at. there was a man about a half a block away. he was fairly nondescript, wearing khakis and a black jacket and carrying a satchel. he noticed that the dog was barking manically at him and continued to walk towards him. see, this is where i start having an issue with this guy. he's too confident. he knows the dog is barking at him, he knows it's not just barking but wants to
attack him yet he continues to walk towards it. i looked around and noticed that pretty much everyone else is having the same thought: "cross the street!" "walk the other way!" "don't carry satchels cause they're lame!" "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" so what does the nondescript khaki wearing man do? he walks right up to the dog, looks at it, raises his satchel and hits the dog square on the head. everyone (including myself) simply said "whoa." (it's the only thing you
can say. on the one hand, the dog is tied up and therefore pretty much rendered defenseless. but on the other, that dog has made it pretty damn obvious that if that leash snaps, he's going for the jugular- or at least a finger.) so once that satchel comes down, the dog (who is just as shocked as the rest of us) stops barking and watches as the man simply turns and continues walking down the street.
i found this photo recently:
i took it about three years ago in a bathroom in washington, dc. i remember looking up at the bathroom stall and then laughing really, really hard mid-pee and promptly whipping out my camera to take a picture.
