1. Sunday, June 23, 2019

    i think i wrote a good cover letter, but who knows 

    i feel like they could take it two ways:

    this guy’s a huge jerk, screw him

    or

    hey this guy is awesome, let’s call him to see if he really is and if he’s not, screw him, or if he is then let’s let him do his thing and see if it’s all true.

    fortunately it’s all true.

    fortunately, even though i was intimidated when i first walked into the daily nexus

    that the next time i only stuck my head in with my printed out article and then ran back to the dorms as fast as i could

    fortunately i was in the right place at the right time surrounded with the best people alive and we were all ready to rock and we did, together, every day we could, day and night

    and we made each other better and better and still do to this day in one way or another and i believe that that just doesnt happen in college, that it can happen again and again in life.

    i feel like i helped build a pretty good team at the dot com and another at LAist and another at the next place. i dont think that was luck. i think when you are in the right place with the right people magic happens.

    as designed.

    you need the right sunlight and love and trust and good vibes and you shake all of that up and

    hello cleveland.

    the chorus in my head keep telling me the most negative things, but it took a few months to go from this to that the last time and the time before that and patience grasshopper, patience.

    in the meantime, i may get a doctor’s outfit, like a long coat and an old school mirror they used to put on their heads. and long white pants and black shoes. and i will have a sign that says, tourists, ask me anything. i can help.

    and i want to have a pad of paper, like what doctors hand you with your prescription to give to the drug store.

    and when a tourist says i want some good chinese food in westwood or a good place to buy records other than ameoba, i will write down the name of the store, use my phone to get the address, and hand it to the person. if they tip, fine, if not, fine. who cares. maybe i’ll sit on a bench on venice beach and just consult tourists for free.

    because i would have loved to have run into a “doctor” like that while on vacation.

    man.