Three Years in Los Angeles.

Today, I was gobsmacked with a wave of nostalgia. I went to a new restaurant for my office’s lunch run, Belcampo, on 3rd Street in LA, and it was there (in the Verve coffee shop next door) where I spent many a day typing away at my creative endeavors. Whether the focus was My Cancer Story, a screenplay, or the then-numerous blog posts (yeah, sorry about that), I spent my free time (of which I had ample supply then) ticking away at my form of expression. On November 8th, it will have been three years since I moved into my first apartment here, the temporary room rental on Blackburn Ave.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 86 “Broken Windows, Broken Relationships”

Chapter 86: “Broken Windows, Broken Relationships”

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This apartment was a surrealist breeding ground. Who knew that Travis and I could keep an apartment together? It was refreshing to have a roommate that did their share of cleaning, dishes, and trash removal. He even got the mail– without prompt! And we used to be at each other’s throats constantly!

 

Our friends, of both the former roommates and neighbor varieties, would also frequent our apartment. I remember one night, Shawn and I had been drinking a lot and I had seen Derek (the mutual friend that landlord, Trevor, and I shared) walk up our driveway. I thought it best to moon Derek as an innocent goof. Our windows were terrible at retaining any heat and were to be replaced soon; thus, I felt the cold exterior of the elements from outside upon my bare ass.

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Sometimes, I’m Not Whole

I’d hit another low point in my life recently– not because of work, but because my creative outlet, writing, was smothered by work. Don’t get me wrong, working on television show sets is something that I’ve dreamed about since I was a boy – and it’s a far cry from a hated profession being the inhibitor – but nevertheless, if I don’t write, then a part of me isn’t living.

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Isolated in a World Full of Lonely People

Dedicated to Wes.

I just found out that I lost a friend I had grown to know very well over the past three years to suicide. We worked together on a few shorts in Maine and he always seemed happy (well, as much as any of us anyway). He had recently been taking care of himself; eating right, working out, and working towards his goals. But in the end, his thoughts were too much for him to contain and he took action albeit in the wrong direction.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 64 “In With the New”

Chapter 64: “In With the New”

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“…In with the new.”

 

The phrase had never had a more prescient meaning. My time in this small valley town was nearing an end and it wasn’t the cancer that was going to take me from it; it was my own two feet.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 63 “Out With the Old”

Chapter 63: “Out With the Old”

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Over the next few months, I felt that Tonya had been acting differently. I couldn’t explain why and when I asked her if she was okay, she would be quick to give me the answer I was looking for. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I was confused for I knew she wasn’t fine.

 

Meanwhile – back up north – MBNA was preparing to close. In June of 2005, Bank of America bought the credit card giant, causing the entire branch to fear the worst; that they would be out of their jobs. The company reassured them that they wouldn’t do such a thing and our immediate managers surmised that since Bank of America didn’t have an outward telemarketing arm that we would be safe in our profession.

 

Clearly, it was just a matter of time (and assessment) until the branch was shut down. In fact, not only did the company buyer shut some of the offices, but all of them. The Fort Kent center was consistently one of the top branches in the country, but even stellar numbers couldn’t save us.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 62 “Love and Loss”

Chapter 62: “Love and Loss”

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It was difficult for me to live so far away from “Tonya.” I had finally found a steady girlfriend and she was three hours away. My mind tinkered with ways in which we could spend more time together. I decided to use some of my time off for Christmas from MBNA so I could go down for more than just the weekend.

 

Taking time off from MBNA was actually rather easy to do. Since it was an outbound call center, all you had to do was to work the twenty hours that you’re required by front-loading the week with longer days. They would always advise against it, however, because it would affect your “numbers.” But I never cared about that; I sucked at selling credit cards anyway.

 

The distance also made me wonder what life would be like if I continued on with my plan to go to the University of Maine at Orono (the O.G. UMaine) and finish my schooling down there. It certainly would be nice to get out of town sooner rather than later and I could be closer to Tonya.

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