dear la times
hi, my name is tony. i’ve written you before.
i really need a new job and i would really like to work for you.
all my friends bash you and i can understand their point of view. but me, i think that sometimes it’s a little easy to bash the biggest target on the block.
i want to work for you, i want to make everything better, i want to make a little more money than i make now, but most importantly i want to rock.
dont you want to rock?
of course you want to rock.
i like what youre doing with the format and design of the paper. what it says to me is that you want to be different than before, you want to be better, you want to throw out the old and bring in the new.
im new! im new! im new!
and im old.
ive been around the block, la times. i have. i swear i have.
i have something to say and i know how to say it.
young and olde alike say that im a good writer and normally i dont believe them but sometimes i do and when i do it pisses me off to no end that i cant get a job doing what i love to do which is writing.
i want to be the new school mike royko. is that so bad?
let me write obituaries for you like he did when he started out. i dont care.
but eventually let me write a daily blog on your website because i think the good people of the world would love to know whats happening in LA that doesnt get covered in the paper or on tv or on any of the hollywood tv shows or even on E!
all my life i have totally enjoyed finding the cracks and filling them in.
so much slips inside those cracks thats worthy of exposure and now we’re seeing on tv that tons of stuff that were never before believed to be Important or Professional or Interesting or capable of getting ratings are hugely popular.
when i was a lad there was news on tv at 5pm, 6pm, and 10pm and thats it. there was no espn. now there are multiple news channels and multiple sports channels.
why hasnt pro journalism also expanded in the daily paper?
why isnt the young voice represented in a column, and how come there are a million blogs and none on your web site?
i am tired, of waiting, la times.
im dying out here.
somethings got to give and i swear to you it’s killing me.
please save my life.
if you dont im going to have to work at fatburger and wear a paper hat and i cant go for that, noooo, no can do.
your next big thing,