I spend most of the morning and early afternoon driving around with a realtor, in the pouring-ass rain, checking out some amazing places to rent and buy. Prices are really coming down out here. Mostly hung out in Santa Monica, Brentwood, Westwood, and Century City. Still in love with SaMo, as they call it.
I get dropped off at uncle’s house, then head out to drop off a script for Marilyn Atlas to read. (She only reads hard copies). I email Elizabeth, her assistant/literary manager, since she’ll check out a pdf. Marilyn gives me many hugs and kisses.
I put in the address for Mosaic Media, so I can meet up with Jake Kurily. Of course, the address does not come up in the old GPS. I call him, give me my coordinates. I’m 5 minutes away. Lucky me. Mosaic is awesome, covered in framed posters of some little movies they’ve done-Ace Ventura, Dark Knight, etc. Jake and I chat mostly about home prices, then we talk some business. He offers to help me find a manager and I send him my realtor’s contact info. Jake is a very sweet guy who knows his shit, big time.
It’s my last night in town. We go and pic up my cuz from the airport.
