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HOLLYWOOD JOURNAL: DAY 15

Antonio was just on the balcony again and so was I.

Antonio says that he's a composer and that he's the best. He says maybe he sounds "presumptious" when he says something like that, and he said it like he didn't understand if "presumptious" was the right word."

When he left Italy he sold everything. Sold everything for the dream, he says. He says to make it in this town you have to be as stubborn as a bull...must never take no for an answer. You must never sell yourself for cheap, even if you are. He goes on like this for awhile and it's as inspiring as it is annoying. After all, it's about 60 and I'm freezing my nuts off (yes, my blood has thined already).

I wonder if Antonio's ever killed a man?

It's cool knowning that a composer lives next door to me. I'd much rather have someone like that than a writer, producer, actor, or god for bid a writer's assistant, production assistant or actor's assistant.

Antonio says that celebrities use are gym, which is weird because we're just in some corporate apartments where people stay before they find permanent residency. He says that Jake Gyllenhaal and Joaquin Phoenix both work out at our gym because it's 1) safe 2) private and 3) very inconspicuous. I guess that makes sense.

Then the fire alarm goes off on the other building, like it did before and will surely do again. Everyone comes out on their balcony to see what's up. So Funny.

Antonio and I complain about the noise and finish our conversation up (or more like him finishing up his monologue about beating Hollywood). And then he says what I was afraid he was going to say someday.

"Why don't you come over for dinner sometime, yes Do you like Italian food?" I told him that it would be a great idea. I didn't tell him that I also thought it was also kinda weird. A stranger's place. But I guess Antonio is no stranger. He's my neighbor. He's Italian, that's what they do. Invite people over to eat. That's all they ever do.

Plus, his wife he says is a professional cook. That's awesome. She looks so nice. I always see her walking around the building grounds, and she always smiles and I smile back.

I wonder if she picks up Juliet's poop? That seems to be a problem around here.

Read more of The Hollywood Journal right here: Day 9, Day 7

DAY 9

SCENE: MY BALCONY

Antonio says that it's very cold in Rome right now. That piece of knowlege landed like a set of bricks onto my mind. He says that we're lucky to be standing outside on our respective balconies at this time of the year.

It's like I've discovered the sercret to life.

I know now what I've always felt I've known: This city and I are totally going to make love.

THE HOLLYWOOD JOURNAL: DAY 7

Everybody - The following is the first part of journal I'm going to be keeping concerning my travels and happenings here in Los Angeles. I guess I'll just call it The Hollywood Journal. And because I feel that sometimes this blog sometimes lacks a personal edge to it, I'm gonna be a lot more open with you than I have in the past. In the spirit of openness and truthiness, I feel it's the least I can do. To complement this effort, I'll be addressing these journals to the love of my life. Enjoy.

Dear Abby,

It has been only seven days since I have left you standing on the steps of our house in cold Chicago, looking beautiful and sad, but you must know that all of this is for a higher purpose and, if anything, I'm hoping that the City of Los Angeles will reaffirm my faith in the existense of God and the good of man. This city is so big and seems so culturaly adventurous that I'm sure it will. How can it not? Last night I ate at some place called Pink's Hot Dog where they sell hotdogs as big as a baby's arm, and  covered in chili and anything you want. For a few moments I think I felt God sliding down my esophogus (sp?) and land in my stomach. I'm sure he's happy.

Abby, just because I left you it does not mean that I do not love you. LiquidGeneration is a company on the move and I intend to move with it. You are and always will be in my heart and there is nothing that anyone/anything can say or do to change that. For as long as your heart beats I'll know that there is a light to guide me through to the gates of your love.

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I'm liking the corporate housing unit that the company procured for me and the rest of team. We're all here. Monkey, Elmo, Shaggy, La Bamba, Nixon and Helga. It's like being in one big dorm with a group of your most hated friends. There's a pool in the complex and I plan to make use of it if I can just flatten my gut just a couple inches. This shouldn't be a problem as I hear there are some cutting edge weight-loss programs happening in Los Angeles at this very moment. The Concierge (sp!?!) in the building says that her sherpa (whatever that is) will give the names and numbers of people that may be of some help.

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I'm already making friends here, Abby. You'd be so proud. Trying not to be the hermit I was back in Chitown. My next door neighbor has become one of my most trusted friends so far. I met him while I was on my balcony drinking a scrumptious glass of Pinot.  His name is Antonio and he's from Rome. I could have swore he said his family was in the textile business, but I totally could be making that up.  He lives in the apartment with his Italian wife Annette and a dog named Juliet. It's a shitzu and probably the most adorable thing I have seen in my entire life. Antontio has lived in Los Angeles for four months now and says it's the greatest place in the world to live. He plans to get a real place  once business gets better, his wife finds a job, and he ties up some loose ends in Italy. I don't ask for details, partly because it's none of my business, party because I think that everyone here gets a second chance so why bring up the past, and party because I am out of Pinot. Regardless of my curiosity I can tell he's a good man, and Annette, I'm sure she's good, too.

I can't wait to learn more about Antonio and Annette and Juliet. Regardless of the horrendous crime rate I've heard about here, I'm defintely going to be leaving my balcony door open here in hopes that I see them again.

-SJ