Ava and I quickly fell in love. We spent a lot of hours up in the mountains, curled up in the back of my Honda Element, trying to erase the power of our pasts, and decipher the riddles of our present.
She thought I should move to San Diego and stay with her.
I did not want to move away from LA. I knew that if I could somehow manage to get Every April made, I would have the kind of true story that turns into the best kind of film. It would be a proof that we can use the power of our minds to change our reality.
But I also knew my apartment was slowly killing me. I was caught in a loop. I was in Hollywood, but I really wasn't getting anything done. I agonized back and forth in my mind about what the best decision actually was.
Here's a wild one. One night I had this dream that I was teaching the Hebrew Alphabet to the kids from the rehab clinic. (This is kind of funny, as I was born into the Baptist faith, and know nothing about Hebrew.)
I was pointing out my co-writer Erin's last name "BOBO" as a letter, and telling the kids how meaningful it was. Then in the dream, the kids stabbed me, and I woke up with a large case of WTF?
It rattled my cage enough to where I couldn't get back to sleep. So I went to the computer and looked online to see if BO actually meant anything in Hebrew. It does.
It means "Go".
Whoa. That's some trippy ish.
So I moved out of LA and into San Diego with her. She was living in the study of a giant mansion. The house is owned by a guy named Christian. Born on 3/27.
Oh, and here is San Diego's geographical Coordinates.
At this point, I'm wondering if I'm on the wrong end of the Truman show.
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She thought I should move to San Diego and stay with her.
I did not want to move away from LA. I knew that if I could somehow manage to get Every April made, I would have the kind of true story that turns into the best kind of film. It would be a proof that we can use the power of our minds to change our reality.
But I also knew my apartment was slowly killing me. I was caught in a loop. I was in Hollywood, but I really wasn't getting anything done. I agonized back and forth in my mind about what the best decision actually was.
Here's a wild one. One night I had this dream that I was teaching the Hebrew Alphabet to the kids from the rehab clinic. (This is kind of funny, as I was born into the Baptist faith, and know nothing about Hebrew.)
I was pointing out my co-writer Erin's last name "BOBO" as a letter, and telling the kids how meaningful it was. Then in the dream, the kids stabbed me, and I woke up with a large case of WTF?
It rattled my cage enough to where I couldn't get back to sleep. So I went to the computer and looked online to see if BO actually meant anything in Hebrew. It does.
It means "Go".
Whoa. That's some trippy ish.
So I moved out of LA and into San Diego with her. She was living in the study of a giant mansion. The house is owned by a guy named Christian. Born on 3/27.
Oh, and here is San Diego's geographical Coordinates.
32.7150° N, 117.1625° W
32.7?
Really?
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