Random Scrap:
My Criagslist business brought me a few more customers. There was Alfred, a man from Mexico, who I would meet at Starbucks or once at Santa Monica Library to help with design of his business. There was Jan, an owner of a computer store in Marina Del Rey who I would teach Dreamweaver for his classes. And there was Josh, a movie producer who I helped designing a website for a documentary he was making about Cheech and Chong. Others were a movie music composer, a model, a makeup artist. Also a restaurant booking table entrepreneur (a rocky relationship) whom I wish I had the the technical skills to help out. There was also a guy I didn't show up to meet because I was enjoying creative break at Barry's house which I was supposed to be taking care of while the whole family was gone. Except that Barry never got to leave. There were the movies I saw. The Dreamers, Lost in Translation, Last Sammurai, [Dogville] and, finally, the Vincent. Three bones Tony at the beach. The geologist in the closet. The hike I didn't do. And then the peaceful drive at dawn. Downtown LA, the 101, heading north.