I just returned from the Airport.
While I was waiting for my friend's daughter to land,
I found myself sipping on an Orangina,
in the back of the Smoker's Lounge.
A man at the next table
[also alone]
strikes up a conversation with me.
He's a film producer in LA,
and hs been for the past two years.
He recently flew up to meet his parents that live in the Springs.
He grew up in Texas,
and hates L.A.
He spends $1700 a month on a two bedroom in West Hollywood.
He was very intrigued to hear that i was visiting my grandfather,
It had been two years since i had seen him,
because I was so busy at Parsons Design School in Paris.
After winning an art competition,
i decided to use the money to visit my family over break.
Huh.
I wonder if his story is as
Matty B.