August 2010
9 posts
“LA was full of Jeremys — film students and art students, writers and...”
– Janet Fitch “Paint it Black”
“It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their...”
– Aldous Huxley
And here I am. Writing. The thing that defines me now. Writing. Alone. In. My. Apartment. My castle in the sky. The reward for getting the thing I wanted the most. Success feels a lot like death. And it’s a beautiful death. A masquerade of expensive things, empty people, and sunny skies. LA. The movie set. Everything as thin as cardboard. Everyone knows their lines. Did I write them? I. Am....
