Turns out I'm going to die in a freak accident. Strue.
Here's another tidbit I posted on StreetCarnage about my pal Derrick Beckles who is certifiably insane:
GO NUTS
I'm so bored here in LA that if I don't start working in TV in the next week you guys are going to have to call my parents and tell them I walked into the Pacific ocean and never came back.
What if I literally die of boredom here? Then again, having a house with a yard and a dog and a garden for the same rent as my Soho studio isn't the worst thing either.
Its hard to go from being surrounded by quick-witted New Yorkers who thrive on stress and constant stimulation, to plopping yourself into the most autonomous, snot-faced, backwards-ass-priority-having culture on earth. I don't hate it here, but I certainly do NOT love it.
SIGH... I came here to continue my success, not to whine about how superior life is back East. Its really not. New Yorkers are hysterical, neurotic, alcoholic, consistently unsatisfied freaks. At least the ones I know and love. Still, I love the fact that they're all ambitious in a good way, and not go-with-the-flow types. Eff that ess. Saying goodbye to the insanity of the City is an opportunity cost for being able to focus and be normal, I guess.
I'm dying inside.
Top conversational topics I've been privy to since arriving in Los Angeles:
1) CELEBRITIES AND WHICH ONES ARE WORKING ON WHAT PROJECTS
2) NAME DROPPING
3) WORKOUT ROUTINES
4) DESIGNER LABELS
5) DIET ROUTINES
FUCKing kill me. Name dropping and ogling celebs is seen as tacky and embarrassing behavior in New York, something I find very pleasant about the culture. Unless of course its an art star, and then everyone shits themselves and breaks out into a group J.O. There is no art world here btw, unless you're into mid-90s graffiti and "skater art" or SKART as it has been called.
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Speaking of, I'm excited about the "How Will You Die" quiz on Facebook. I love that kind of stuff. How did they know I'm going to get into a hang gliding accident? SPOT ON.
I'm being really positive today. Bye.
GO NUTS
I'm so bored here in LA that if I don't start working in TV in the next week you guys are going to have to call my parents and tell them I walked into the Pacific ocean and never came back.
What if I literally die of boredom here? Then again, having a house with a yard and a dog and a garden for the same rent as my Soho studio isn't the worst thing either.
Its hard to go from being surrounded by quick-witted New Yorkers who thrive on stress and constant stimulation, to plopping yourself into the most autonomous, snot-faced, backwards-ass-priority-having culture on earth. I don't hate it here, but I certainly do NOT love it.
SIGH... I came here to continue my success, not to whine about how superior life is back East. Its really not. New Yorkers are hysterical, neurotic, alcoholic, consistently unsatisfied freaks. At least the ones I know and love. Still, I love the fact that they're all ambitious in a good way, and not go-with-the-flow types. Eff that ess. Saying goodbye to the insanity of the City is an opportunity cost for being able to focus and be normal, I guess.
I'm dying inside.
Top conversational topics I've been privy to since arriving in Los Angeles:
1) CELEBRITIES AND WHICH ONES ARE WORKING ON WHAT PROJECTS
2) NAME DROPPING
3) WORKOUT ROUTINES
4) DESIGNER LABELS
5) DIET ROUTINES
FUCKing kill me. Name dropping and ogling celebs is seen as tacky and embarrassing behavior in New York, something I find very pleasant about the culture. Unless of course its an art star, and then everyone shits themselves and breaks out into a group J.O. There is no art world here btw, unless you're into mid-90s graffiti and "skater art" or SKART as it has been called.
K
I
L
L
M
E
Speaking of, I'm excited about the "How Will You Die" quiz on Facebook. I love that kind of stuff. How did they know I'm going to get into a hang gliding accident? SPOT ON.
I'm being really positive today. Bye.