This could easily turn out to be one of the greatest movies I'll ever watch.
Los Angeles is scattered with the hopefuls who bus their ways in from Kansas, Ohio, Kentucky... where California is a dream. People like me were born privileged. The Hollywood Hills, the beaches, the city, everything... I never had to struggle to reach out and grab it. And like the asshole we all are, I can easily say that I took it all for granted.
But say you came here and had nothing, no place to live, nothing to eat, no one to know... how severe would your survival tactics be? Los Angeles is a misnomer in a lot of ways. This city is full of dirty motherfuckers who are just waiting for the right moment to exploit the shit out of you. But everyone knows that before they get here. Hard to believe I love this city, but maybe it's just the Stockholm Sydrome where LA is my abductor and I am her sex slave.
A Garden Party Evening
Found Gallery
1903 Hyperion Avenue
Tonight, 7-10pm
The gallery is going to be buzzing with cast members, critics, fans, and weird random people like me. With art and photography by Tim Youd, the producer of the film, and Irene Kai, a reknowned Asian-American author, it's really hard to say no to crashing a party deep in West Hollywood.
Tram and I are hitting the scene. Our hopes are to get onto the News.
8 hours ago
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