Prisons, Vending Machines, and Toothbrushes

/Santa Monica Boulevard/

I don't remember this. I remember the walk. Apparently, I live near a prison...?

/The Long Road to the Vending Machine/

North Hollywood Toyota.

/Visitor and Panic/

"We're all going to die." "I'm outta here!" "Shut up, you fools." I don't know who does this and I don't want to know. Everytime I brush my teeth, the toothbrushes in the holder and have been rearranged in a scenic tableau. There used to be three, now there are four. I'm happy my roommates don't read this because it may ruin the unintentional creative boost they give me.

Letting Myself Go (Nov. 5-11)

I'm already lying about when these posts are actually posted -- this one is dated November 11th but I'm writing it on December 27th. Why the lies? I want to keep up the standard of a weekly post that includes three new photos from my camera phone every week. It's like a journal. So I'm backtracking and trying to fill in those weeks that I missed. Okay? Man. So, in honor of this week's theme, "Letting It All Go," I only have one photo that actually was taken the week of November 4th to 11th. And so, I am sharing two photos that never made the cut.

"The Cover Up"

I'm drawn to this photo, besides the subject being my girlfriend, by the contrast of motion and stillness -- the blur of her pulling the covers over her face. Caught hiding/sleeping.

"Curiousity"

The toothbrush in my bathroom has a lot of personality. The curios one is also juxtaposed with the normal, upright, run-of-the-mill toothbrush next to him. Hmmm...

Grandpa Toothbrush
Clancey! Get away from that thing!

Clancey
But Grandpa...

Grandpa Toothbrush
Grandpa nothing. A toothbrush is meant to do one thing: clean teeth! Now, promise me you will stay away from that light.

Clancey
It's a candle, Grandpa.

Grandpa Toothbrush
Whatever it is you will stay away from it! You don't want to burn your bristles, do you? That's all we toothbrushes have going for us -- our bristles. Once we lose them, we're done for. Like your poor mother, rest her soul. If she only knew what trouble you were getting into...

Clancey
I'm sorry, Grandpa. I just get bored staying in this holder all day.
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"I am an Actor in Los Angeles"

History gives us a context for the present. At the time I took this, I was caught by the lines of the windows, the soft light off the wooden floor, the reflection of the two chairs' legs -- a lot of the technical aspects. Now I notice the other chair by the far right window and I see it is my empty acting class -- a seat for the teacher and chairs for the students' scene. My class is held in a big, private room that overlooks Hollywood. Nice metaphor for an acting class.

A look back...
Funny. I broke the rules I set for myself and was more inspired to write. Hmmmm...