In the movie Greenberg, Ben Stiller plays a mid-life crisis New Yorker who stays in his brother’s L.A. house, walking everywhere. He spends his days slowly building a dog house for his brother’s dog and filling his time with whiskey and writing letters to the editor and letters of complaint. Some days, I feel like him. It’s not just that every time I go to L.A. I’m the only one on foot everywhere. It’s also because, although I have very little free time, I find myself writing letters of complaint. For example, a US Airways customer service rep was particularly snarky to me, and I took the time to compose a carefully worded, artfully argued letter of complaint email to the airline. WHY??? Greenberg.
Where Dreams Really Do Come True
The best was you walking around in the desert for the Palm Springs film festival. I think even fewer people walk in Palm Springs than in L.A.
oh yeah, i remember. it was me, joggers, and homeless people on foot. thank god you and will came. i would have died in the desert otherwise. and if i’m remembering wrong — sorry. i just have multiple memories of you guys rescuing me in cali.