The line of mopes wraps around the warehouse hidden in the Valley’s North Hollywood. It moves, I take a step. These men are not the chiseled, two-hundred pound studs with eight-inch-plus penises of the A-list. They will never get the call to work with even passable looking woman in a scene for a mid-tier studio, [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Happy Ending?
Posted By Tyler Knight on September 30th, 2009
9.30.09
Wed.
Today is Nuru massage day. Been looking forward to this all week. I’m taking a shit last week when Barret Blade sends me a text.
Barret: r u avail 29th or 30th 4 a nuru massage scne?
Me: Either is fine… wtf is a “nuru?”
Barret: go 2 nuru-massage-dot-com. it’s bad ass
I snap off a turd, zip up, wash my hands and go to the site…
Posted in Creative Memoir
Leaving Los Angeles
Posted By Tyler Knight on September 25th, 2009
9/25/09
I’m driving my girlfriend to work when my friends at the LAPD turn off their cloaking device, materialize behind me and turn my rear-view mirror into a disco ball, splashing the car interior with candy flavored lights. It’s been nearly three months so it was time for my quarterly check-up.
Me: Say nothing, Amanda.
Amanda: OK.
I cut the engine, hands at ten-and-two as I center my breathing. (more…)
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the note
Posted By Tyler Knight on September 23rd, 2009
do not look for my body,
it’s nothing more than a spent vessel
for a corrupted ghost.
tainted flesh.
Posted in Poetry
Zero Sum (Part Four)
Posted By Tyler Knight on September 17th, 2009
One Market
The door. I’m the fat girl who’s been told all my life I’m pretty enough to model, only to find myself backstage at the Valentino show getting greased up to fit into a sample. Surprise bitch, you’ve been lied to. The dress is splitting under my girth and I am next to go on. A peek around the curtain shows that the buyers and the media are impatient. Gwyneth, Angelina and Sarah Jessica Parker are in the front row, black sunglasses on. Right as I step out on the stage, the heels of my Jimmy Chu’s shatter like pretzel sticks. Spotlights snap on! (more…)
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Zero Sum (Part Three)
Posted By Tyler Knight on September 9th, 2009
We go to the kitchen table. The kitchen is lit only by the gloom through the windows, filtering through the Marlboro Light she is sucking on. She never smoked until she moved here.
Me: I saw your car at the Embarcadero.
Ann: Yeah, I was in the center. When Babs and I went into the Royal Exchange they told me you were just there looking for me, so I drove home to wait for you. (more…)
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