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.

111709 basket ball

I'm playing basketball in the gymnasium at William Clark elementary school. There are a lot of other people playing ball on the court. It's a mixed crowd of men and women. I'm playing pretty good with passes and shots. A young Brian is playing in his basketball clothing. There is a circle of chairs around center court. There are people sitting in them. It's time for a break. Everyone's standing around. I notice a piano in the corner and sit down to do some playing, I'm playing the old Bb F C progression, but I'm grabbing wrong notes around the Bb. An unkempt man comes up. He sits down next to me and tells me I cant play. He closes the keyboard cover. At first I compy, agreeing the stop. Then I get a little mad and go " you smell like booze, have you been drinking?" He's unshaven, suit coat is wrinkled. Then I go "hey, what are you doing telling me not to play." We end up in the hallway. By this time, he's backing down and I'm loosing it. I'm up in his face. He's up against the wall.