Posts

garrett night, amended

-
   I'm circling the parking lot at a Trader Joe's when Damien calls me. I fumble with my bluetooth for a moment too long and a bitch in a white Toyota Corolla swoops in and snags a space out from under me. I unroll my window and give her a thumbs down. She opens her door and advises me to "Fuck off", which I do, and I'm not happy about it. "What?" I finally say to Damien. "Yooo?" "Can you hear me?" I raise my voice. I'm about to go park on a side street. I yank my steering wheel around and zip out of the lot. "Okay, so. We got some of the boys from the studio coming out to Wyatt's show tonight. It's the perfect time to do some networking." Wyatt Easton is the son of a couple of people who got very big into denim back in the nineties. He's got enough money to pay people to think he's talented. He usually just opens warehouse shows for bigger names, but lately he's been fancying himself a headliner. Thi...
Post a Comment
Read more

well, well

-
  Nick is standing behind the bar and laughing at me as I walk in. "Why -" I set my stuff down " - do you look like the cat that at the canary?" I love this saying because it sounds deranged coming out of the mouth of someone who isn't collecting social security. "Rough night last night?" Nick is always on the verge of laughter. He looks like a kid tasting ice cream for the first time. It'd be cute, except his delight is a derivative of my pain.  "Unbelievable," I say rubbing my eyes. Then I add a warning. "Don't start with me." He just chuckles because he knows I don't mean it. He's one of the few people that "gets it" here in LA. I'm going to grouse for a few minutes but I'm just playing it up for my own amusement. Besides, it's me and Nick working together - hungover or not, I’ll have a good shift.   I begin my opening side work: setting up chairs, getting condiments, filling pitchers of wate...
Post a Comment
Read more