Little Town

11/14/09





Shop in littletown. w/girlfiend. There's a small general store. There are lots of pretty single women around. Everybody all goes outside on a yard along side of store. Lots of single women standing around. Girlfriend walks home east on hwy 212. I stand around awhile. Decide to walk home too. I get going a block or so. Realize the way back is complicated, not just a straight road back, but many winding street blocks. I wonder to myself how she made it back. I get to a school with a dome roof. I go down the steps to a sidewalk which is covered in dog poos. Each pile is lined up in a row, facing the same way. A couple kids come up and go "man that's a lot of poops," A laugh. I make my way past it.



I get to another shop. There are set scenes throughout the shop. One is a hallway entrance. Andy's w/ me. We start repairing their flats. I climb upon it to repair a board that goes across the top. I notice nothing is holding up the flat but nails into sheet rock. It falls over a little. We split because we broke it. There are many scenes in the shop. One is a wire desk and typewriter. I get to the back of the building. There's a kitchen scene. While this entire time no one's around, now there's an old lady at her desk. I tell her we do movies and are very interested in her sets. Her husband, dressed in a suit and tie and his little boy are there. I tell her I'll give her my phone and info so she can contact me about it. I go looking on the desk for a piece of paper to write on words. There are many scrapes of paper but none are blank enough to write on. They keep getting smaller and smaller as I dig through the pile. I find a blank page. I pull off the yellow and pink duplicate copies and sit down to write. The railing is too narrow to find the page onto write.

020509 Record Company

I'm in a giant record company. I'm walking up and down the hallways past the various office spaces. I'm thinking, "Wow this is how you'd get a foot in the door." In one room, a man with a new leather coat is standing next to a rack w/a turn table playing guitar. There's a box set of Keith Richards. He's learning licks off it. I introduce myself. He shows me around his room where a band is mulling around. The skinny man in a new leather coat takes my up the hallway a little farther where a productions is going on. I'm a little out of place. I make my way into a giant sound stage. There are a hundred people, some in chairs, some sitting on the floor and risers in the back cross legged. I sit cross legged on the floor, cross legged, seemingly to fit in.

The producer brings over my script of various sizes and various colors of scraps of paper. Apparently, I'm reading to an animation on the screen. I'm oblivious to what's going on during the part I'm supposed to say the letters "e a e g b e." I cant get it right. Someone yells he's supposed to have it memorized. The producer comes over for some explaining.