days
im back on a jay brannan kick because he just released a new album (mostly of cover songs). but theres a couple originals. they are good. his voice is literally one of the most beautiful ive ever heard.
anyways, my dad rolled into town on sunday night with his wife, who i guess is my step mom. anyone who actually knows me is probably aware of my past tenuous relationship with my father. those who dont, well, you dont really need to. at this point in life, i get along okay with my dad (who would prefer i call him papa because hes from germany). we have a long-distance relationship which works best. he lives up on a mountain in nevada city, california, and rarely leaves the house. he is a chiropractic neurologist and overall practicioner of alternative and preventative health. hes good at what he does but not at promoting himself or his work. this is basically because hes not good at dealing with people, nor has he ever been. but right now, hes well-meaning and mostly harmless. still, hes the kind of guy that will bring his own light bulbs to a hotel room because the mercury in flourescent lights supposedly gives off toxic lightwaves. he has a cell phone but doesnt turn it on except to call someone from the road. and he wont get wireless internet in his home because of the influence on the brain.
so they booked a hotel in west hollywood and i drove out to walk them down sunset and eat at a little place called... well, im not really sure because i dont ever eat over there. but i had a steak which was pretty good. afterwards, we walked back, passing Book Soup on the way. i told them it was one of the better book stores in the greater los angeles area. my step-mom loves to read so we went inside and i told her to buy a jonathan safran-foer novel ("everything is illuminated" which was turned into a sub-par movie with elijah wood).
the next day i didnt have to work. they came to check out my apartment which isnt much to look at. afterwards, they wanted to see the USC campus, so we walked around for 15 minutes and that was that. so i spent the rest of the day by the pool with them on top of their hotel. we just talked about a lot of things. family stuff. what were interested in, what were doing in life, etc...
i got home late and woke up early. on set, i was to get blown by one of the most gorgeous hungarian porn-models. she laughed a lot at tory lane who is very loud and overwhelming all of the time. we have the same agent, so they asked that i drive her home afterwards. the girl wanted to go eat hungarian food. i agreed, but halfway to our destination she received a phone call from someone she spoke to in hungarian. then we spent 30 minutes trying to find a wells fargo bank on ventura blvd because she would rather eat with the person sitting there on the curb (that person happened to have given me a blowjob only days earlier). i didnt take offense. i was just a guy she was paid to make ejaculate in her mouth. and...
i had a dinner appointment with a guy from my directing class last semester. he picked a fancy italian place in downtown. the conversation revolved mostly around porn... and to the book im writing because hes one of the only people ive let read from it (he says its too good to just be a vampire story and i should remove all those elements and just make it about the relationship between these two boys, and any of the death/sex stuff should be about necrophilia fantasies. so basically, a dennis cooper novel)... and to the screenplay idea he has, which is good, but sounds a fuck of a lot like my friend, kayden's.
today is a blow bang at 2pm.
anyways, my dad rolled into town on sunday night with his wife, who i guess is my step mom. anyone who actually knows me is probably aware of my past tenuous relationship with my father. those who dont, well, you dont really need to. at this point in life, i get along okay with my dad (who would prefer i call him papa because hes from germany). we have a long-distance relationship which works best. he lives up on a mountain in nevada city, california, and rarely leaves the house. he is a chiropractic neurologist and overall practicioner of alternative and preventative health. hes good at what he does but not at promoting himself or his work. this is basically because hes not good at dealing with people, nor has he ever been. but right now, hes well-meaning and mostly harmless. still, hes the kind of guy that will bring his own light bulbs to a hotel room because the mercury in flourescent lights supposedly gives off toxic lightwaves. he has a cell phone but doesnt turn it on except to call someone from the road. and he wont get wireless internet in his home because of the influence on the brain.
so they booked a hotel in west hollywood and i drove out to walk them down sunset and eat at a little place called... well, im not really sure because i dont ever eat over there. but i had a steak which was pretty good. afterwards, we walked back, passing Book Soup on the way. i told them it was one of the better book stores in the greater los angeles area. my step-mom loves to read so we went inside and i told her to buy a jonathan safran-foer novel ("everything is illuminated" which was turned into a sub-par movie with elijah wood).
the next day i didnt have to work. they came to check out my apartment which isnt much to look at. afterwards, they wanted to see the USC campus, so we walked around for 15 minutes and that was that. so i spent the rest of the day by the pool with them on top of their hotel. we just talked about a lot of things. family stuff. what were interested in, what were doing in life, etc...
i got home late and woke up early. on set, i was to get blown by one of the most gorgeous hungarian porn-models. she laughed a lot at tory lane who is very loud and overwhelming all of the time. we have the same agent, so they asked that i drive her home afterwards. the girl wanted to go eat hungarian food. i agreed, but halfway to our destination she received a phone call from someone she spoke to in hungarian. then we spent 30 minutes trying to find a wells fargo bank on ventura blvd because she would rather eat with the person sitting there on the curb (that person happened to have given me a blowjob only days earlier). i didnt take offense. i was just a guy she was paid to make ejaculate in her mouth. and...
i had a dinner appointment with a guy from my directing class last semester. he picked a fancy italian place in downtown. the conversation revolved mostly around porn... and to the book im writing because hes one of the only people ive let read from it (he says its too good to just be a vampire story and i should remove all those elements and just make it about the relationship between these two boys, and any of the death/sex stuff should be about necrophilia fantasies. so basically, a dennis cooper novel)... and to the screenplay idea he has, which is good, but sounds a fuck of a lot like my friend, kayden's.
today is a blow bang at 2pm.