Secretly this is what I think about on every anniversary I have here. I think about Paul and Judy. Paul, if you remember was a guy i dated in college. He was the first I lived with, probably the first guy I loved, which I realize was very stupid. He was pretentious and thought the world owed him a whole bunch of things. He came to college with me to the University of Iowa to become a director. He thought he was amazing, it didn't hurt that I told him that. After college his plan was to go to LA, where he would surely be lauded for his amazing short films and find a job no problem. When he broke up with me and moved cross county with his high school sweetheart a month later, who became his wife in a drive through chapel in vegas sometime en route, he found Los Angeles to not be what he expected and moved back after a week.
A week!
When I made the decision to move out to Los Angeles for another director the very first thing my good friend Judy said to me was that I would never last and LA would eat me alive.
But after 7 years it hasn't. Sometimes I feel a little chewed on, but Minneapolis made me feel that way too. I can tell you that after 7 years my life is more interesting than I ever thought it could be.
Sometimes the best revenge is living well.
(Photo is of one of the zoetropes in culver city)
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