Daily Archives: August 8, 2008

I’m writing this blog from the verified bowels of Hollywood. This is the place where dreams are made … and crushed.

Considering that my goal for the last two years has been to escape Arizona and find my fame and fortune in the City of Angels, I guess tonight’s post is quite monumental. However, this isn’t the big-time. My appearance in this state is more of an exploratory mission than a stab at self-actualization. But if my internal divining rod of fate can be trusted (it started quivering like crazy as soon as I crossed state lines), then my current true purpose in life (see the book The Alchemist for more details) seems to be located within LA county lines. But then again, divining rods have shown little success in finding water, so how can they be expected to find my future?

PS: Please excuse my lack of rhythic word flow. I’m writing this post at 3:27 a.m. and my brain function seems to be slightly impaired.

PS2: Before you judge me for my ungodly hours, please consider these two possible excuses: 1) I could be infected with the writer’s “Night Disease” as Michael Chabon so flatteringly describes it in Wonder Boys. 2) I’m in a new city and the novelty might be keeping my brain awake.