walking down the streets of LA, i am lost within the people and architecture of the city.
i can make it in this city.
we can make it in this city.
the first half of the day lacey and i spent wandering and applying for jobs in art studios, photography studios, and with design agencies too. lacey was interviewed on the spot at her first studio stop, but she decided that we should browse a little longer before she should settle. they said she had caught their eye with her purple hair and cat shirt.
those shirts are so ugly, they're magic.
i dropped off my business card along with a miniature piece of my work with each of the places we stopped. some looked very promising, which brought comfort to my soul.
on our way back from our job hunt, we decided that we needed a break from walking and stopped by a small coffee shop. as we walked inside, the sweet aroma of coffee beans filled the air. it was a wonderful break from the dirty city air outside. as the two of us waited in line, lacey asked how many business cards and miniature pieces of my work i had left. but as i pulled them out of my bag to count them, one of the coffee house workers slammed into lacey who then slammed into me.
coffee and cards flew into the air as she and i were thrown into the ground. a roar of laughter came from our lungs.
but the coffee house worker did not think we were very funny. the muscular bearded man grabbed each of our arms and heaved us up off of the floor, mumbling some rude slander about tourists.
"sorry man." lacey laughed as she began to pat down her now dusty black jeans.
"whatever, crayon." he sighed and stormed off.
trying to hold our laughter in as best we could, we quickly spun around and burst out of the store, leaving my cards and work stuck to the wet, coffee stained floor.
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