Yes Ma'am im stuck in elevator 2 on the first floor.

I have not written a blog in god know's how long. So here goes. Since we have last spoken i have now relocated to Los Angeles California YAY FOR ME. I have been staying with my korean home slice Mr Asian Mario Lopez Himself ..... Robert Hatfield. on June the second i purchased my grandpas `1998 Ford Crown Victoria. Loaded up what little of my stuff I had left. Said goodbye to my dogs and my family and friends, and headed west, but now without alot of emotions being involved. I hade a 2200 mile trip ahead of me and a hell of a trip it was. I saw alot of native american's some cool desert scenery. I went through Illinous , Missouri , Oklahoma , Texas , New mexico , Arizona and landed in West Hollywood. The last few weeks have been spent mostly job searching. I got my California Guard card. Ive had a couple interviews and put an arseload of applications in. I met a couple really awesome people since I have been here. Ridden and walked all over most of west hollywood. Driven to burbank and Van Nuys. Went to the ghetto once. Helped Robert fix his car. I have taken any classes or been to any auditionms yet. I did submit for some stuff online though. I am getting some professional headshots soon so i can trudge forward. Saw a lot of crazy homeless folks. Some normal homeless folks. and some people that are just crazy. I guess that pretty much somes it up until today.

Today I woke up aroound 9:30 ish? I hopped on my Computer and played on it for a while. I looked for places to get a job. I found a few so i got in my car and drove to wilshire and went inside the building and went up the elevator to suite this security place is in. She proceeded to tell me that " Due to company policy she can not give me an application to fill out because you are wearing a t-shirt". Im like wtf??? So I said thank you and turned around and walked out. That kind of stupid to me but hey I am from Kentucky. I got into the elevator pushed number 1 and it shut the doors and started going down. When it hit the sixth floor it jerked and stopped for about two seconds then kept going, so it landed on number one and as i waited for the doors to open. Nothing happened. So being mister fix it after about five minutes I looked at all the pushign started pushing them all and cursing at it and still....... nothing happened. So I hit the telephone button and it rang to some outside elevator stuck person service and i told her what was going on. She then contacted security and they came on knocked on the door to see about me and i said hey im in here and waited. Then the damn thing went up to the second floor and let me out. Wierd stuff. So i went down down a different elevator. Im no dummy you arent gonna get me stuck twice. And get the hell out of there. The i went to a strip club to put an application in and drove back to the apartment. Crappy day but hey atleast im in L.A.