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Hollywood ASST

So, again, the author here is going crazy posting semi-off-topic things. I am not trying to alienate. But, to be honest, roughly one-third of my time I was tweaked and wined-calm was on a desk of a Hollywood exec. Which, now, that I think about it is not that uncommon in Hollywood. Maybe a bit uncommon for an assistant. But my most mild, ‘controlled’ and last hurrah was on a desk talking to a client of one of three bosses I had at the time on Mid-Wilshire. Lest we not forget the long ago and faraway “…this took a bit more planning” (which incidentally has been updated with a small time and space thing and makes it a total !must-read!). Well, then, there was that interim thing that I had shortly after.

Why am I telling you any of this? Well, it’s possible to carry-on as a functional human being… furthermore, excel at the human being/efficiency stuff while on meth and 2 buck chuck at 8AM in the morning. And long hours, man. You gotta love what you are doing. Tweaked and balanced-down, I was happy as a clam. Also, gregarious-enough and insightful and able to bring it back around to the parts of the business that related to the parts of art in film. And because I’m going to post this video. You see, even though I am once again, in the city that never sleeps, I will always miss my years in the city that never cares. It was quite serendipitous.

[vimeo http://vimeo.com/3265420]

This is a relatively old video, but the folks at 23rd Street love the occasional reminiscing. We promise that we will get back on track with the self-loathing after-drug stuff soon.

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Ice Cream with Pills on Top?

yes, please!

Staten Island Dealers Sold Oxycodone from Ice Cream Truck, in a $1 mil Operation (silive.com)

Oh, Staten Island… sooo sad in its existence as New York’s literal dumpster. Really, all of metropolitan New York dumps their garbage on Staten Island.

Atleast you had this… if only for a second.

“I thought John’s new obsession with ice cream was odd.”

 

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The Invidious Nature of the Pill aka not your mother’s medicine cabinet

Pills are no longer for pill-poppers anymore.

It has finally come to that point. That point that we’ve posited what seems like a million years ago.

This posit. This point.

Perry Moore Found Dead: ‘Narnia’ Producer Dies At 39 (huffingtonpost.com)

Yes, you can pop your old school scripts for Valium and such, but really OxyContin is not for the privelaged pill-popper. You don’t know what you are doing… you are bringing bad press to pills that I’d rather not have banned… and you will do it, become physically addicted to it and eventually die from it as a heroin addict would.

Stick to what you know. Everything will be okay. Pills are no longer what you know.

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“I said no to drugs…

…but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Greg Giraldo is dead.

I’m not a comedian-person so much. I mean, I like funny stuff.

And this guy? I mean, what the fuck? I don’t particularly like him as an artist… not into his ‘style’ of comedy… don’t really feel the roast thing…

I just remember… and this was before everything (before drugs and even generally evident dysfunction… if you could even dig that… generally evident, though (like publicly)… I mean, first signs of disordered consumption manifested the day after I was born)… this one quote.

I think he was on Conan… when Conan was in New York and I was in New York. I thought it clever (the quote and all)… I remember being a very very… very sad bergoning writery individual.

And I thought it was clever.

I had no idea just how pertinently clever until years after, at which point I dismissed it as retarded. …and again, just something a comedian would say. clever, in timing and language but floating in the mire atop any material substance that it could have.

I kind of know nothing about him and I don’t care. And people die all the time. And they die of O.D.‘s all the time, all-the-more.

But I think we take these things with us somehow. I mean, if they hit us at the right time and all.

It was just some version of mild electric-fence-shock that happened when everything in my affect was serendipitously open just enough.

I mean, I don’t even care if he rests in peace (I mean, beyond the fact that I don’t have a concept for “rest in peace”). Like, if I did, I wouldn’t care… if he did.

Just thought that I’d mention it.

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American Idiot

This is awesome. Green Day is awesome. Musicals are awesome.

I dig. You know, Green Day was there in my laconic suburban ennui, riding around in cars to the closest 7-11 and Tower Records (to stuff as many CD’s in my cute cargo pants and walk out undetected… until I was caught, that is). Long days and apathetic nights, suicidal summers and loud local bands blasting my ear drums to oblivion.

I mean, I’m not all Urban Metropolitan New York. 😛

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