This is a story of early ’90s Los Angeles. I don’t remember exactly when this harrowing tale of self discovery occurred, but it was sometime after Boyz n the Hood but prior […]
227. That Time I Found Out I’m Kind Of Racist
Note From a Pizzeria in Lancaster, PA
I am waiting on a stromboli.
226. Don’t Know If I Should Laugh Or Cry
Kelly lay beneath her editing bench. “What are you doing under there?” I asked. “I’m sick,” she said. “I need sleep.” “Kelly! Caffeine me!” her editor screamed from his cutting room. […]
225. When I Look Into Your Eyes There’s Just Devils and Dust
MGM was trying to get another film wrapped up. They were running behind and needed car sounds quickly. “James, I need you to go out to the desert with Bill and […]
224. I Saw A River Turn Into A Tapestry
A few nights later I caught a movie with one of my Tales From the Crypt friends. Later, she dropped me off at my apartment. “Want to hang out a little while?” […]
223. Are You Sleeping With the Stars Tonight, or are You Blue With Cold?
The ends of things. We rarely enter into anything not labeled “game” with the end in mind. Jobs come and go, but only the most cutthroat among us consider how the end […]
That One About the Exploding Fireworks Raft
[Unable to get a new story of liquor, lust, and primer gray Camaros out this week. Here’s a seasonal rerun for you. Enjoy.]
222. The Feeling Begins
I was back at Cannon, though on the classier MGM-Pathe side of the house. This didn’t really change anything about the job — I was still in the same building, still working […]
That One About the Old Radio
I couldn’t pass up the old Bakelite radio. Because it wasn’t working, the dealer wanted next to nothing for it, and my father can fix anything — anything. The man can restore […]
221. That’s When It’s Calling Me Back Home
We drove to the mall in Century City for lunch. I played Led Zeppelin’s “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You” the whole way, rewinding the tape each time the song ended.
Why It Matters 