Smells like desperation...
This hotel smells like puke and disenfectant... only the best for me. Wow 7am in the old town of Vegas -- seeking wireless with the tweakers at the 24 hour Krispy Kreme trying desperately to get some production insurance at this late time. Ain't gonna happen. Just called 5 places -- I'm either too small or too big of a budget. And no one insures someone already on their trip. Smells like no insurance.
Last night some Redneck (whole state?) country band was blasting downstairs on the strip. I had toilet paper in my ears desperate to sleep and dying for "fresh air." There were about 15,000 people hooting and hollering in unison as he screamed "I'm a redneck" I have to get over the Klan rally feeling I always get in these parts.
Got delayed in Denver -- finally made it to Vegas, had to rent a car in a back alley behind the airport from a "company" that barely checked the flimsy document that says I have a liscense. Budget wouldn't have me without a real liscense. The guy asked what kind of name "Schwartzman" was, I told him German/Russian and then Judea -- and then he asked me if I liked business and money... otherwise it was a pleasant transaction. Then terrifying thought -- got into the car, hit the Nevada freeway and actually made it to Old Town on my own after not having driven in two years or so. Hard rock a'blaring.
The plan is to get to Sunset's by 1pm. My cameraman got in really late last night, waited an hour for a taxi bc there is a convention in town -- so we meet in half an hour to strategize.
Still unsure as to what to wear?
Just finished Alexa Albert's book "Brothel" fucking amazing -- HBO series is such trash. This is a great book.
Breathe.
Last night some Redneck (whole state?) country band was blasting downstairs on the strip. I had toilet paper in my ears desperate to sleep and dying for "fresh air." There were about 15,000 people hooting and hollering in unison as he screamed "I'm a redneck" I have to get over the Klan rally feeling I always get in these parts.
Got delayed in Denver -- finally made it to Vegas, had to rent a car in a back alley behind the airport from a "company" that barely checked the flimsy document that says I have a liscense. Budget wouldn't have me without a real liscense. The guy asked what kind of name "Schwartzman" was, I told him German/Russian and then Judea -- and then he asked me if I liked business and money... otherwise it was a pleasant transaction. Then terrifying thought -- got into the car, hit the Nevada freeway and actually made it to Old Town on my own after not having driven in two years or so. Hard rock a'blaring.
The plan is to get to Sunset's by 1pm. My cameraman got in really late last night, waited an hour for a taxi bc there is a convention in town -- so we meet in half an hour to strategize.
Still unsure as to what to wear?
Just finished Alexa Albert's book "Brothel" fucking amazing -- HBO series is such trash. This is a great book.
Breathe.
posted by No Longer Active at 8:23 AM
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hey baby! same film -- how does it fit in, not sure. but it will -- chapters.
just back... x
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