The sky over Santa Monica Blvd. hung over our heads like blanket trying in vain to cover up Los Angeles and keep the rest of the world from waking up.
The stop light 6 SUVs ahead was stuck on red, giving me plenty of time to ponder why everyone in the world always wants to go somewhere else. I pushed the clutch in and out like the motion of a beer in a bottle that's in your hand when you are slow dancing between the campers in a parking lot behind the grandstand at a county fair.
The faint notion occured to me that everything i already needed was there inside the car with me, but i was still trying in vain to stay in motion. Like being stranded in the cayman islands with a beautiful girl and wishing it was snowing. the convenient store sign was glowing and i dismissed my notion along with the sale on malt liquor.
The OPEC is meeting our demand, and filling up more barrels somewhere out in the sand. the girl had a cigarette in her hand, hanging it out the window of a black sedan. and like the rest of the world around me, she and her sedan never seemed to move.
like she didn't want to be smoking, but wanted to be seen doing so.
like she was stuck under the dark blanket on Santa Monica Blvd. and was thinking exactly what i was.
like she just needed something to hold on to.
just like we all need something to hold on to.
i put up the window to make my world a little smaller. i reached across the seat and put my hand on Leanne's leg to make my world a little better. i closed my eyes for a minute to make my world a little brighter. and i sat still with the rest of world while trying to go somewhere else via Santa Monica Blvd.
After 2 years of ridiculous hairy hand held footage, i decided to pull all the DV tapes and finnally see what had been recorded. The results were painfully funny. Edited by the wonderful help of Wolfie Pfrommer, my family ski trips to Lake Tahoe are now available on DVD to the select few contributing cinematographers, stuntmen, and photographers.
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