You may not believe it, you may doubt parts of it, but trust me it all happened
So I’m off, onto the life of a
Troubadour. I find myself having a drink in the airport before flying out to a
connecting flight in Chicago and finally off to my Destination, La La Land.
It’s a one way ticket and I have my guitar and a copy of Keith Richards bio
entitled “Life”, fitting. It’s smooth sailing to Chicago in the typical airport
hustle of the holidays, however all is well and its on to my connecting flight
to Orange County, I sit next to this really nice House Dj from Chicago going
home to visit his family for Christmas named Vince, he’s part of a dj crew
called “House wreckers”. We chat and get on well and part ways from the airport
upon arrival with some plans to future collaborate on a house remix of one of my tracks. My good friend and fellow producer on my album Adam, picks me up and its off to a temporary
holding place until we can find our new home in Venice. Adam was currently living
in North Hollywood, in some what of a Mexican Melrose place. Well more of a
Mexican flop house as I find myself sleeping on the floor next to Adam who’s on
his blow up mattress. Mornings would be addressed with some taco truck pulling up outside followed by the same mexican song turned up to 11 underneath us, top of the morning my mexican friends.
So here we go, the next evening would land us on
Christmas Eve, getting ready to go out and hit sunset blvd with the rest of the
gypsy’s and Adam's friend Rob a fellow songwriter. Fast forward, I’m soaking wet and have a great picture of myself
riding a bronze bull and grabbing it by the horns,
Afew time-lapse moments away and we had came across some brother from a different mother smoking a "jeffery"live fast and die awesome i say, this sets us on course to climb a mountain and dance with the Hollywood sign, a moment short lived as that idea was ridiculous , so press forward and were in Denny’s , Adam puking all over sunset, Rob crushing a stack of pancakes and me just taking it in, Merry
Christmas gypsy’s. Next day would bring a very different Christmas of sorts ,
hung over at this Mexican flop house in North Hollywood, hunting for places
outside of this mess over 5 dollar burritos and .50 cent pints.
I come across this add of a workplace/living space in Beverly Hills, that the landlord lives at the same building. So I send them a message and they get back to me that day, somewhere in-between “the grinch”&”fubar2” and some ridiculous chick flick that Adam’s lost roommates are into. In any case , I receive a phone call from the lady who had placed the add for the workspace. She say's its ok to come check out the location that evening, i insist its Christmas, we can wait for a more appropriate time, however she is persistent that its ok and that we should come look that evening. I put it to Adam and we mull it over and given our current situation we decide to go.
As we approach the area, were a bit thrilled its a nice hood , close to Venice & Santa Monica (ie the only two places i enjoyed the last time i was in La La Land). We park and walk to the address, i call her to let her know we are walking up and she directs me to an alley entrance with a garage door 1/4 the way open, lights on; were here. I lean down and go in , Adam following me. #boom , and what to my wondering eyes should a appear, no reindeers, no Santa .......but a midget in a power suite (mustard yellow) with his feet up on a desk in the corner. "Brent" he says, jumping up and introducing himself. This is when it dawns on me that i was not corresponding to a lady this whole time,it was a midget , little person, dwarf ; whatever is politically correct to say and he just has such a high pitched voice.
Ok so it takes a moment but i roll with it. " So where is the place that is for rent" i ask him. To his reply he points to a back room approx 20x15 (brick walls) picture an industrial building, cold brick walls. I look in and see massive amounts of old boxes and Ms dos computers pilled ridiculously high, along with a home made chemistry set , Bunsen burners and all. " Is this stuff going to be moved i ask, "No" he says. "So whos stuff is it" i ask. "Its mine, i just havnt unpacked yet" Alot of thoughts are running through my head at this point, one of them obviously being , how the fuck did this guy collect so many oldschool computers and pile them 10ft high, and teh second, what the hell is the home made chemistry set?
So naturally i ask, "what is it you do"? "Im a drug dealer" he says. "no seriously," i say" what do you do?" He replies , "i make drugs" "What kind? , i ask" "confidential" he replys. Classic response from a midget with Ms Dos computers, this guy.
So i ask him, "where do you live in the building? He then wlks over to the closet in the room and opens the door. My jaw dropped , he had a miniature sleeping bag on the first shelf. He must of seen my reaction, because i followed it up by a casual ,"Oh right, you sleep in the closet". He then hits me with " Thats the difference between a gay guy and a midget , a midget stays in the closet" #boom, what you know the little guys got chops. Now im thinking for sure im on a hidden show. "So let me get this straight, your renting this room full of your stuff to us to live in, well you make drugs and sleep in the closet"? i say. He replies with a serious" yes"
At this point Adam is stunned, and im riding it until the wheels fall off. "Ok , well be in touch" I tell him. As we leave im thinking that that crazy Midget has a meth lab hes trying to subsidize costs until its up and running. In any case, welcome to the City Of Angels, Merry Christmas Hezues.
I come across this add of a workplace/living space in Beverly Hills, that the landlord lives at the same building. So I send them a message and they get back to me that day, somewhere in-between “the grinch”&”fubar2” and some ridiculous chick flick that Adam’s lost roommates are into. In any case , I receive a phone call from the lady who had placed the add for the workspace. She say's its ok to come check out the location that evening, i insist its Christmas, we can wait for a more appropriate time, however she is persistent that its ok and that we should come look that evening. I put it to Adam and we mull it over and given our current situation we decide to go.
As we approach the area, were a bit thrilled its a nice hood , close to Venice & Santa Monica (ie the only two places i enjoyed the last time i was in La La Land). We park and walk to the address, i call her to let her know we are walking up and she directs me to an alley entrance with a garage door 1/4 the way open, lights on; were here. I lean down and go in , Adam following me. #boom , and what to my wondering eyes should a appear, no reindeers, no Santa .......but a midget in a power suite (mustard yellow) with his feet up on a desk in the corner. "Brent" he says, jumping up and introducing himself. This is when it dawns on me that i was not corresponding to a lady this whole time,it was a midget , little person, dwarf ; whatever is politically correct to say and he just has such a high pitched voice.
Ok so it takes a moment but i roll with it. " So where is the place that is for rent" i ask him. To his reply he points to a back room approx 20x15 (brick walls) picture an industrial building, cold brick walls. I look in and see massive amounts of old boxes and Ms dos computers pilled ridiculously high, along with a home made chemistry set , Bunsen burners and all. " Is this stuff going to be moved i ask, "No" he says. "So whos stuff is it" i ask. "Its mine, i just havnt unpacked yet" Alot of thoughts are running through my head at this point, one of them obviously being , how the fuck did this guy collect so many oldschool computers and pile them 10ft high, and teh second, what the hell is the home made chemistry set?
So naturally i ask, "what is it you do"? "Im a drug dealer" he says. "no seriously," i say" what do you do?" He replies , "i make drugs" "What kind? , i ask" "confidential" he replys. Classic response from a midget with Ms Dos computers, this guy.
So i ask him, "where do you live in the building? He then wlks over to the closet in the room and opens the door. My jaw dropped , he had a miniature sleeping bag on the first shelf. He must of seen my reaction, because i followed it up by a casual ,"Oh right, you sleep in the closet". He then hits me with " Thats the difference between a gay guy and a midget , a midget stays in the closet" #boom, what you know the little guys got chops. Now im thinking for sure im on a hidden show. "So let me get this straight, your renting this room full of your stuff to us to live in, well you make drugs and sleep in the closet"? i say. He replies with a serious" yes"
At this point Adam is stunned, and im riding it until the wheels fall off. "Ok , well be in touch" I tell him. As we leave im thinking that that crazy Midget has a meth lab hes trying to subsidize costs until its up and running. In any case, welcome to the City Of Angels, Merry Christmas Hezues.
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