INT - DIMLY LIT BAR ON HOLLYWOOD BLVD - NIGHT - 2013
The music is loud, the drinks are absurdly overpriced, and all the usual suspects are out and about: the bearded hipsters, the scantily clad party girls, the fast-talking playboys whose massive egos overcompensate for a prominent lack of stature; each one of them naturally a "writer", an "actress", or a "director", just one big break away from an Oscar. This is Hollywood in all of its glory, and I...am over it. My brain is in Siberia.
See, I just got back into town after having spent the previous month of February riding a Ural motorcycle and sidecar across Siberia to the arctic circle...in temperatures averaging about 30 below Celsius. It's one of the cooler (see what I did there?) and crazier things I've ever done in my life, and all I want to do now is share all of my wild road stories with anyone who will listen. Trouble is, finding an audience in this town who will give a story like that any feedback beyond a quizzical expression, a disinterested "huh", or a hasty retreat to a table of decidedly less "challenging" women is like trying to find meaning in a David Lynch film. Best case scenario, I'm met with an enthusiastic "wow, that's amazing...you should turn that into a movie!"...and just like that, we're back in the business.
It's not that I dislike filmmaking. I've spent the entirety of my adult life studying films, working as a script supervisor, and writing screenplays that will probably never see the light of day. There's a lot about the artistic process that I do enjoy, and it's a profession I always assumed I'd be making a living in for a long time to come in one way or another. But in the words of the great John Lennon, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans". I assumed my passion was for art, until I stumbled upon something that moves me even more. And so I think it's time to blow this popsicle stand and head somewhere...anywhere, with a little more authenticity and a little less plastic. We live in a great big world full of fascinating places and people, and I want to experience as much of it as I can while I'm here. L.A., it's been real, but its time to scrap the plans and wander off script...
The music is loud, the drinks are absurdly overpriced, and all the usual suspects are out and about: the bearded hipsters, the scantily clad party girls, the fast-talking playboys whose massive egos overcompensate for a prominent lack of stature; each one of them naturally a "writer", an "actress", or a "director", just one big break away from an Oscar. This is Hollywood in all of its glory, and I...am over it. My brain is in Siberia.
See, I just got back into town after having spent the previous month of February riding a Ural motorcycle and sidecar across Siberia to the arctic circle...in temperatures averaging about 30 below Celsius. It's one of the cooler (see what I did there?) and crazier things I've ever done in my life, and all I want to do now is share all of my wild road stories with anyone who will listen. Trouble is, finding an audience in this town who will give a story like that any feedback beyond a quizzical expression, a disinterested "huh", or a hasty retreat to a table of decidedly less "challenging" women is like trying to find meaning in a David Lynch film. Best case scenario, I'm met with an enthusiastic "wow, that's amazing...you should turn that into a movie!"...and just like that, we're back in the business.
It's not that I dislike filmmaking. I've spent the entirety of my adult life studying films, working as a script supervisor, and writing screenplays that will probably never see the light of day. There's a lot about the artistic process that I do enjoy, and it's a profession I always assumed I'd be making a living in for a long time to come in one way or another. But in the words of the great John Lennon, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans". I assumed my passion was for art, until I stumbled upon something that moves me even more. And so I think it's time to blow this popsicle stand and head somewhere...anywhere, with a little more authenticity and a little less plastic. We live in a great big world full of fascinating places and people, and I want to experience as much of it as I can while I'm here. L.A., it's been real, but its time to scrap the plans and wander off script...
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