Some days in LA
I don’t hate LA. I mean, I mostly hate the town of LA, and I most assuredly hate the utter lack of organization and the awful public transportation and traffic and parking. But I like the people. There are parts that are seedy and gross and feed off of the slimy outgrowths of crushed dreams, but there are all those dreams the slimy outgrowths feed off of in the first place. There are people here who are talented, smart and funny. They may not be the majority but there are more here than anywhere else I’ve lived.
One of the toughest things about being new here is your inability to help others. Like, if I meet someone smart or talented who should be making something of themselves, it’s not within my power to simply hand them to an agent and say “Really, this guy is amazing, you have to build a career for him. He won’t disappoint.” There are so many people I know that I would do that for, without even asking something in return. Because they’re good and deserve a shot and real support.
Instead it’s like, yeah, you and me buddy. We’ll wait on the sidelines and hope someone tags us in and we get a chance to get the ball. And if we get the ball, hope to hell we score, because we may never get tagged in again.