THE L.A. SWIM

This may be wierd...so just hang in there...

It wouldn't be much to assume everything about anything in L.A.
This comes from a 6 year absence now from the City of watchmacallit Angels,
which started from trying to hold too much of a world together with my own hands.
I don't mind callouses, because there's something uniquely undefined, yet still very really about picking away at and finally pulling off my own dead skin.
Plus it tickles.

I mentioned something about the wierd.

Hanging out up here in northern Cali was good for the soul; even though at the same time these past 6 years, it was more than just murder on the wallet.
More like cannabilism by anorexia.

Don't understand?
That's okay.
It's cool if you do and don't.

You keep tearing it all apart just to finally eat away at it, devouring by the hour, only to never get full, because you don't even know you're forcing yourself to throw it all up at the same time.

Or maybe I just thought the vomit was my special sauce?

So, it's more than just carousel-ling ( even a word?) through life.
I knew some kind of the cycle would eventually break down.
Either by my own hands or a combining of mine and others.

Basically? To the point? More like this...

Outa UCLA'S MFA grad film school...

...with 15 feature screenplays completed and 10 more in various outlines; and an experiemntal short film I wrote, directed and edited...and crewing on numerous student films...

Crewing on a few indie feature films; then writing and selling a few low, low, low budget scripts finally led me to directing one of them.

That's when it all fell apart.

At least the directing side of my life.

2 years earlier...homeless on the streets of L.A., after life crashed and burned in my last year of film school.

2 ex - girlfriends who I found myself really close to even though it was never my nitention get involved past the sex side of it all...there were always the young and nubile actresses always around...

An angry landpord who I owed money to and a construction contractor boss who owed me back pay -- more than enough money to pay my landlord -- never came through.

Drugs and booze involved also along the way...didn't help keep me on the staying wide awake during most of a normie's life.

So it was OUTA HERE!
At least up north for awhile.

Lotsa construction work, digging ditches, remodeling homes.

Now...
Steady job with the precious state of California.

Soon...

Back into the waters off Santa Monica.

New screenplays and get back to making my third film.
It's been a strange trip since leaving in 2001.
That's what's good about leaving...always head into another future.
Cannibalism not withstanding.
And maybe even pounding some nails.