Thoughts from August 20, 1994

I don’t pretend to understand life completely, but I pretend to understand it in parts. Jeopardizing my future for the sake of my past – that’s what I’m really doing. I’m confused (as is the reader of this paper). That’s what it truly is all about. I’m waiting for something good to happen and fearing what happens when it does. I’m looking for a place to check-in my baggage, but I’m finding I don’t have much baggage. I don’t know if I want to carry it on the plane with me, though. I’m just flying around not knowing where to land. You should probably just move on to the next paragraph because this one’s a bust.

This Wednesday (8/17/94), I went with Danny to Hollywood. We collected several applications from such illustrious studios as NBC, Disney, KTLA, Fox Television, and Universal Studios. There was a classic Hollywood scene at the NBC studios. There was an old Don Knotts looking guard sitting at a desk. Danny and I asked the guard for an application for employment, and he gave us a little slip of paper with an address and a job line telephone number on it. We took the piece of paper and sat down in the lobby (this isn’t really relevant to the story, but it explains why I saw what took place). A man was walking up some stairs behind the guard. The man was a well-known comedian who had a southern accent and was of Korean descent. I won’t name the comedian to give him his privacy. (Future note: I was going to say I don’t remember his name, but I could easily look him up based on my wonderful description of him. I will wait until the end of the paragraph to tell you who he was.) The guard turned around and asked the comedian from Tennessee who was of Korean descent where he was going. The comedian from Tennessee who was of Korean descent turned around and named the show he was going to. The guard then asked if the comedian from Tennessee who was of Korean descent was an employee of the show and the comedian from Tennessee who was of Korean descent replied, simply, “Yeah, I’m the host.” I could work in this town and have a good time doing it. (Future note: As promised earlier, the well-known comedian who had a southern accent and was of Korean descent was Henry Cho.)

I had about three arguments with Danny, but I won’t go into those too much because they were deeper than the mere arguments themselves, so it would take me too long to explain them. Besides, I’ve explained some of my feelings on the subject in my last entry. For now, let me just say “chill.” Please don’t ask me what I mean by “chill” because I don’t have an answer. It will just bring me back to my difficulties with other people and words.

I was just interrupted by a phone call from Danny ironically enough. We had yet another argument. We don’t argue about philosophical subjects. I can handle anyone’s opinion on anything. We argue about the intangible subject of friendship and what it means to be a friend. Looking at the both of us—as stubborn as we are—I don’t think either of us is going to get any further than nowhere on the subject. Seeing as that’s the case, I’ll stop writing about it.