The last act is always the shortest. You’ve nearly made it. Thank
you for your perseverance.
My last months and weeks in LA were pretty good, as I got to spend
time with people I was very fond of. Two most lovely guys, Aaron and
Kenji, formed an illustrious pub quiz team with me. At our weekly
get-togethers at Barney’s Beanery, we looked like a shiny happy
Pepsi commercial, if you know what I mean.
I eventually moved out of my flat in Hollywood and settled in with a
couple a bit further West down Santa Monica Boulevard during my last
few weeks. I had met them both a while back in Austria via friends.
The male half of the liaison, Bernhard, was an Austrian chef who had
opened up an Austrian sausage bar in downtown LA. He was ever so
generous, letting me stay in the Spare Oom of their beautiful house
in Westwood. The female half, Cindy, was an interior designer and
beautiful lass from all over the place, and we easily connected via
our shared love for anything British. I recognised in …
Welcome back to the long and winding road that is the recapitulation
of my Hollywood Days. I can’t believe you’re still with me. As
any second act, this one is the longest and meanders around. Consider
We’re now a bit further down the road. I found a flat in the
lovingly dodgy heart of Hollywood with a fantastic taqueria nearby,
settled in, and got going on some sort of daily routine of living,
writing, and miscellaneous work. I started each day with a run in the
Hollywood Forever Cemetery, listening to Aerosmith. I placed my
writing desk at an angle so I could see the humming birds outside my
window, doing their humming thing around the lemon trees.
I started working with a few small productions. One that sits very
fondly in my memory was a costume gig I landed through an
acquaintance. I had done some costuming back in Vienna so I felt girt going into this little production. It did quickly bring me back down
to Earth, as I was asked to conjure up not only futuristic…