From out of the Smog
Personalities
UNIQUE LA: Los Angeles breeds uniqueness. Undeniably there are
many interesting, and sometimes strange, characters inhabiting this
city. Here are just a few that I've met or known during my decade here.
Sparky, as I like to call him, was born in the wrong era. Being a
comedy writer and performer, he would have thrived during the days of
Vaudeville.
Somehow he landed in L.A. with a job in radio, where he continued
working for years until two conglomerates finally managed to squeeze all
the life out of the medium.
He continues to write, currently for an animated children's show, but
he has to supplement his income with a full time job.
Quick witted, humorous, and yes, old fashioned, I'm certain his
talents would have earned him a solid career in an earlier era, where he
would have fit right in with the Algonquin Round Table.
Cletus Price was so confident that he would be a monstrously
successful actor that he never really tried. Born into a semi-wealthy
family, he never had to work for a living.
Used to having things handed to him, he moved to Los Angeles and
sought out his yes-men (and women) who were willing to smile and nod at
anything he said, usually while enjoying a meal that he would buy.
Cletus would often write affirmations in large script and post them
throughout his apartment. One sign simply read: 6,000,000, the amount of
money he presumably wanted to sell his movie for.
After years of not being cast in a blockbuster movie (mostly because
he never auditioned for anything), Price finally financed his own film
in which he wrote, starred, directed and even co-edited. The film never
sold. Because yes-men surrounded him, no one ever told him that he
couldn't act. Or write. Or direct. Or edit.
I met Sadie in a pool hall off of Fairfax in Hollywood. Beautiful,
artistic, and talented, Sadie had just moved to L.A. from Seattle. She
spent the next few years as a struggling actress and writer until an
opportunity called her back to her hometown in Iowa.
Unfortunately, the rift between her and her boyfriend tore viciously
open as they debated moving to the Midwest. It was more than their
relationship could take.
Some people find their success only after they leave this town and
that is Sadie's story. After running her own business, a Bohemian coffee
house, she gave it up and headed east, this time to Manhattan.
There, she took root and blossomed. Currently, she has her own yoga
studio, has been featured in dozens of magazines and articles, and
recently signed her first book deal to write The Road Trip Guide to Your
Soul. Success for her is only beginning, but already it's been great.
If you come to this town with a time limit, you're not going to
succeed. That was the Quitter's first mistake.
He moved here with his girlfriend who hated this town (who could
blame her) and gave him three years to succeed while she supported him.
Three years later, they moved to Northern California so she could take a
better job.
However, when you deprive a man of his dream, he'll never be happy or
satisfied and within a year they broke up. Broke and despondent, he
couldn't afford to return to the city of angels, so he moved in with his
brother and continued writing.
As the months passed, the Quitter took stock of his life: he was
single, in his thirties, with little success and a leech for a writing
partner.
Shortly before he disappeared, we had many conversations in which he
expressed his growing doubts. I sensed his anxiety, but I, along with
the other writers he talked to, didn't share his fear.
The Quitter's exile from Hollywoodland was self-imposed; one day he
just became unreachable. It is my own theory that he severed his old
ties so as not to be reminded of the sting of failure.
However, in doing so, he stung his friends with his sudden absence.
It's one thing to abandon your dreams; it's another to abandon your
friends.
The first is tragic, the second unforgivable. |