I feel like I am camping even though I am only a few feet away from inner-city traffic. My truck does not arrive until Wednesday so my apartment is furnished with 2 folding chairs, a small table, an ironing board, a blow up bed that now leaks air and an igloo cooler. My NEW fridge arrives Sunday. I have a really nice fridge back in STL that I could have easily thrown on the truck but the manager told me there was a fridge (or so I thought. It is hard to understand most of the apartment managers here. Broken English may be a job requirement) She did have one she tried to sell me for $100 that was missing door handles. Welcome to LA. She told me to go to Sears and buy a cheap one. I found Sears but it was closed for a movie shoot. By the time I found a Bestbuy the closest delivery date was Sunday. Unlike other parts of the country I find in LA everything is negotiable. Since I am only going to stay at this apartment for a year I bought the cheapest and talked the guy down a good amount. Heck, I am still living on money I don’t have so any expense right now HURTS! Anyway, when I leave next year the fridge is staying, at least that is the plan.
When I moved here (here meaning LA and an apartment a few blocks away) in 87 it was my first time renting long distance and although when Alvina (the manager from hell who’s memory is haunting ) told me it was furnished with antiques I know she meant old stuff. Turns out the pool even had live electrical wires. Yes I am serious. This place is so much better yet it is still a dump. 5 years ago when I lived here it was much nicer and my apartment was on the sunny side of the building and not so close to traffic. This really is not where I wanted to land but I am in serious debt and by living here I save $350 a month compared to the next step up.
Coming home has been amazing and far better than could have ever been dreamed. The only issue I am having is this apartment yet I don’t know if it is because I have to get used to the city again, because I really did NOT want to move back to Hollywood, or because it is actually a dump. Probably all the above! When I moved here in 02 it was my first apartment since homelessness and living on the Dream Center campus for 7 years. It was the very best then. This time I am coming from a 3 bed 2 bath house with my own pool. Of course it is not going to be the same. I have to make some real sacrifices and saving money is one of them. Plus, it is not that bad. Noisy and dirty but there is everything you could ever want both good and bad within walking distance. 4 Starbucks, Mann’s Chinese movie theaters, Kodak Theater, In-N-Out, Hollywood and Highland shopping complex, Roosevelt Hotel that is now the in party place and so so so much more. I also knew the place and needed the walk in closet space to store my drums. If you are at all interested in seeing where I live while I was here in 02 and 03 two major movies where filmed. I am sure there are more but these are the productions I know of. In Hollywood Homicide with Harrison Ford the car chase scene with the mustang going around a parked water truck was shot directly across the street from where I am typing. I remember pulling out of the garage that day and seeing a mustang flipped on its side and it freaked me out. Then I noticed the production crew and figured it was a shoot. In Catch Me If You Can when Tom Hanks drives into an old 50’s motel if the camera turned around you would see me smoking a cig on my balcony in the old pad. That was a fun shoot to watch. They turned one side of the street retro for a day.
Work as been amazing. Just amazing. I have a boss that actually “gets it”. In addition, it is like a professional ad agency. The quality of the work that is being produced is some of the best I have ever seen. The art director took some time to show me his creative process the other day and I was blown away. The benefits are the best I have EVER had. On top of the vacation and sick leave we get two weeks paid leave to go on missions trips. That is awesome. It is a little weird, though, working in ministry and having a M thru F leave for the day at 4pm schedule. Just pinch me! Weekends off! Pinch me! I will type more about the job when I am a little rested. It has been a long week.
So much has happened to me this week spiritually that I wish I was articulate with written communication to give it justice. For example, my first day back I walked to the Dream Center after work and walked by the discipleship building where I first lived coming off the streets. I was wearing business casual and the awareness of what God has done for me was powerful. Running around trying to buy a cooler and a few things to spend the night here without spending a bunch of money was almost exactly what Lisa and I did in 87. The only difference is I went to Target instead of Pick n Save and I didn’t have to depend on taxis. Everything I needed to buy and living in an empty apartment is identical and ironic to the point of weird.
I was standing in the isle at AT and Pastor Tommy came up to give me a hug. At that moment Jesus could come home it was so perfect yet the night quickly got better. Pastor Gus, a little old Pilipino man who was part of the original 48 members of the Dream Center (at the time Bethel Temple) adopted me. He would sit behind me in church and bug me until I would be nice. He even got me to usher. At the time I was nasty. I was a tv exec living in a homeless program and I didn’t see a way out. I was not friendly at all. I hated the place and I hated myself for ending up there. Pastor Gus for some reason took a liking to me and persistence breaks down resistance. I mean you need to picture this short older gentle man from the Philippines with me, a dyed hair punk idiot trying to be hard as a defense mechanism. Why he liked me I’ll never know but Gus and his family played a huge part in my recovery. Gus passed away before I left years ago. When I was walking by the discipleship home I was thinking about him and I actually wondered if his wife was still alive. Last night at church she grabbed me and I had to fight to hold the tears back. She looked so good. It was so great to see her it made all the insane junk I went through in 07 and 08 worth it. I know that I know that I know out of all the moves I have made in life this one is right in line with God’s will for my life.
Forgive my rambling. Dave and Gina took me to Burbank after church last night and I got to bed a little later than usual. It is so great to be back around family. On top of that the blow up bed I am using deflates at least twice each night making for a restless night. It has been an emotional and exhausting June/July. Heck, it is been a nonstop challenge since 4/17/07.
Last year at this time I was in the middle of a crisis. I decided to take a break and visit LA. I walked down Hollywood Blvd and ran into homeless people I knew from when I lived on the street. I wrote a great post about it here. It spiritually realigned me and I said I would come walk down the Blvd every 6 months to get myself straight. Now that I live here, I get corrected every day. I can’t be down or depressed about anything (for long) because no matter where I look I see what God did in my life. I am amazed. Most people that would have to get up twice each night to blow up a bed would get an altitude yet I am laughing. Not only have a found a perfect peace I have found joy in the mists of madness. I continue to surrender mostly because I don’t have anything left in me to put up a fight and in doing so I am being blessed beyond imagination.
Speaking of madness it is Friday night in Hollywood and the town is about to explode. Traffic has picked up and so has the noise. You can literally feel the change in energy. Time to go for a walk and watch all the freaks. Free entertainment at its best!