The Blonde Project
Twenty-Something and Blonde. Vol. 2
Twenty Something and Blonde, Vol. 2:
Matt: You know, when I came out to L.A., this isn’t exactly where I saw myself ending up.
Jack: Yeah, well, get in line.
- from the film, L.A. Confidential
I wanted to turn around, and go back.
And I wanted to get the hell out of there.
I was so fucked. No job. No nothing.
I smelled like an ashtray and a bar at 4 a.m.
No more smoky room at the Hard Rock, weekday rate, with a glass ice bucket that’s now in my over packed suitcase. My cage wasn’t the cutesy modernly decorated oasis. My cage was now my cake car, barely getting me back to L.A.
I was leaving Las Vegas.
Heading out of the desert and back to realism. Back home.
To Los Angeles.
Excerpt from Twenty-Something and Blonde
Soulcrusher / Profiles of Alzheimer's project
"How are you going to get home," she asks me.
"Oh, I have a car." I sat on her pull out couch with her white fluffy dog, Brutis: she sat at her kitchen table.
"Oh, you're a rich bitch." she replies, smiling.
I laugh. Hard.
Excerpt from the Alzheimer's Project:
Profile L, 79 years-old, mid-stage Alzheimer's, female
Profile L plays a home version of Bingo with me.