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My L.A. Road Trip

Saturday evening I said goodbye to my middle-of-nowhere Tennessee town, got into my freshly oil changed ’94 Honda Accord, and left my old life behind. Around 11:00 pm I started my road trip. Two days, 7 states, and 2100 miles later… I am now officially in the greater Los Angeles area.

Besides the high gas prices, the trip couldn’t have gone any more smoothly. I had no car problems, no traffic, and no tickets the entire way here. I got out of Tennessee and into Arkansas my first night, and stopped to get some sleep around 6:00 am. Woke up around 11:00 am and started again.

The worst part of the trip was driving through Oklahoma. Holy crap that place sucks! It was basically just a one lane highway, and road construction – all the way to Oklahoma City. After Oklahoma City things got better. The roads cleared up and the scenery was easier on the eyes. I even got to see one of those giant wind turbine farms! The weather was nice, so the windows were down, and the music loud.

The drive through Texas was basically the color brown + cows. I have seen a lot of cows in my life. My house in Tennessee had cow fields on two sides. But I have NEVER seen more cows then I did in Texas! There must have been a million in the field I saw! That’s all I can say about my Texas adventure. Although, the last stretch of Texas just before hitting New Mexico was kinda nice. It became more “deserty” and less “brown fieldy”. The sun was setting in front of me, the windows were down once again, and classic rock was blaring out of my speakers. It was about an hour of pure road trip perfection.

It started to get dark when I hit New Mexico. New Mexico and Nevada have 75 mph speed limits instead of 70 mph. That was a plus. Driving through Albuquerque at night was really interesting. Everything in that city lights up in different colors. I felt like I was driving through Disney World/one giant Indian casino/modern art museum.

On the Indian note… starting in Oklahoma, and going all the way through Arizona, is nothing but Native American Tourists traps EVERYWHERE. It’s kind of sad really.

I stopped somewhere in New Mexico around 11:00 pm their time. It was snowing. It was over 90 degrees a couple of hours earlier in Texas, and now it was snowing in New Mexico. The hotel woman must have thought I was high as shit! When I got in my room and looked in the mirror my eyes were SUPER red. I also think I was hallucinating a little. Driving long distances does amazing things to the eyes/brain. I immediately took a hot shower and passed the fuck out. The sleep was amazing! I slept for about 8 hours, and then started again.

Arizona was a pretty awesome drive. They have cool towns with names like, “Two Guns” and “Twin Arrows”. Stopped in Flagstaff for some gas. Held the door open for an old woman, and then continued my drive. (OLD PEOPLE LOVE ARIZONA) It was kinda chilly outside but the scenery was pretty. The last stretch of Arizona includes a drastic elevation drop that is fun to drive down really fast.

After driving through Arizona (forever) I finally hit California, and the Mojave Desert. As soon as I crossed the Cali/Arizona border, it felt like the temperature rose 30 degrees. Then the song Born to be Wild came on the radio. After I told the border guard that I wasn’t harboring any fruits or vegetables, I started driving through The Desert. The Mojave is a beautiful place. I had already shed my high elevation driving clothes by now, and was applying sunscreen to my left arm (It already had a nice sunburn from earlier Oklahoma driving). I set the cruise control at 80 mph (Cali goes back to 70 mph speed limits) and I don’t think I had to touch the break/gas pedal for over an hour. Very beautiful, relaxing drive.

The drive continued to be awesome until I started coming up on Barstow California… then it just got shitty, real fast. All of a sudden the hot desert wind didn’t feel good. It felt like I just walked into a hot port-o-potty. I paid for my $4-a-gallon gas, and headed up towards Riverside/Loma Linda. And that’s where I am now, staying with some friends/family.

Overall, I’d say the trip was a positive experience, but one I wouldn’t like to do again anytime soon.

Keep checking back as I update you on my existence. I just became a small fish, in a VERY big pond.

I think I’m going to do my next script review on Everything Must Go. Possibly… Maybe.

What’s the longest Road Trip you’ve taken?

I’m Moving to L.A.

Basically, if your life’s dream is to become a giant Hollywood screenwriter, then you need to live in Hollywood. – John August

If you want to be next to writers, you need to be close to producers. And that means either being a PA on a production, or finding work at a production company… which I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! – Joshua Dobkin

What the fuck are you trying to do in Atlanta?  COME OUT HERE! – My friend in L.A.

I had a plan. I was going to work in Atlanta for a few years, write some specs, and save money. Then I was going to make the jump to L.A. with a couple scripts under my belt and work my ass off. My plan for Atlanta isn’t working for a multitude of reasons, and after some recent advice from a friend working in L.A. — I’m jumping in and taking the risk!

I will be packing my ’94 Honda Accord (that just hit 200,000 miles yesterday!) with everything I need to live, and will drive from Tennessee to Los Angeles, California in the next week/week and a half. I will be sleeping on couches (or in my car if I have to) and will be taking every job I can possibly get. I need work, I crave work, anything even related to film will do. I have 5 different resumes made up, enough money to get out there, and a TomTom GPS.

Speaking of work. If any of my readers could put my sweat and tears to good use in L.A. shoot me an email. Preferably with a production company doing something in development, screenwriter’s assistant, or a writer’s P.A. But like I said, I’ll be Kevin Smith’s oil boy if It will get me in the door.

Honestly, I wish I would have done this months ago.  I only have a couple months before my massive student loans start coming in. On THAT note, don’t go to film school on student loans… bad… bad……very bad idea. Can’t change the past so I must look towards the future.

So… if chapter one of this blog was film school, chapter two will be moving to L.A. and working my ass off trying to get someone to let me work my ass off.

So let the madness begin. What do you think about moving to LA? Bad idea or a fucking awesome idea?