Started off the day with a casual sit down with Matt Skiena over at Village Roadshow (on the WB lot). Because of the rain, he had a million cancellations, but knew that Laura and I would show. We’re from Seattle.
Off to Silverlake + Los Feliz (anglicized pron. is FEE-LEZ). Everyone says its cool. I knew it would be similar to Seattle, so what’s point, except to show Laura yet another part of LA. We head up there, notice the hills, lack of parking, narrow streets, old houses, and hipsters. The main difference is the existence of palm trees instead of our towering “real” trees. After grabbing some nice vegan fare, we head back to the car. I hand the keys to Laura, who hasn’t driving yet in LA. We figured, let’s get that out of the way.
Unfortunately, Laura, in brand new high heels, stepped in something. We sit down and she instantly goes into gag mode, while I wonder where that smell is coming from. We look down. Human, crackhead excrement all over the floor of the rental car. What to do? I step out to figure out where it came from. Apparently, she got all of it on her shoes. We consider the heels a lost cause and pitch them out the window in a plastic bag. We stash the floor mat in another bag and pop it in the trunk. Windows down all the way, we use the GPS to find a Vons. We pick up all manner of disinfectant supplies and wipe down the car as if MRSA has broken out. We’re both done at this point. We still have to hoof it back to Sherman Oaks. What a shit afternoon.
At home we rest up (two hour nap) and head out to meet with Marilyn Atlas that night. Lovely lady, very helpful, very funny and certainly one of a kind. We love her. She offers to read my script.
