Day 1: I’m writing this at a gas station in New Mexico! I can’t believe it! I’m almost to HOLLYWOOD! I’ve got everything I own packed in this car! This is so exciting, and scary! This time tomorrow, I’ll be in the BIG CITY!
Day 2: WOW! HOLLYWOOD! I’m HERE! Seeing Los Angeles for the first time was amazing. Coming up over the hill on Interstate 10, you see all the city lights and the skyline, and it’s just breathtaking. I got on the “101″ — gosh, I’m already using the lingo — and took it right to Sunset Boulevard! Woohoo! When everything opens, I’m going to start looking for an apartment.
Day 3: The apartment search is a bit rough so far. Everything here is so expensive! I might not be able to live in Hollywood. I’ve looked in a few places around the area. I drove down the interstate a ways to another part of town to look at an apartment in “South Los Angeles”. It seems like a nice neighborhood. I am going to go back tonight to take some pictures with my digital camera.
Day 4: I got mugged last night when I went to take pictures. They stole my wallet, my digital camera and all the money in my pockets. It was really scary; I’ve never been mugged or anything like that before. Luckily I didn’t have all my cash in my wallet, but they got my credit cards and my driver’s license. I suppose I need to get a new one of those anyway.
Day 5: I got an early start today. The clerk at the hotel gave me directions to the DMV. The line was so long! I waited in it for over three and a half hours, and when I got to the front, they asked me if I had an appointment. I told them no, and they said I had to have one. Apparently, everybody else in the line had one. It was a little difficult to understand the person behind the counter, because they didn’t really speak English, but I think I have one at 3pm, the day after tomorrow. I will have to remember that.
Day 6: I went back to South Los Angeles to talk to them about that apartment. They told me they needed two forms of identification to apply. I explained my situation, and reminded them that I had just been in there a couple days ago. They claimed to not remember who I was, and told me again that I would need two forms of ID. I filled out the application and gave them that plus my social security card, which I had been keeping in my briefcase. I hope the DMV can come through with that photo ID tomorrow.
Day 7: On my way out the door this morning, the hotel clerk said that my credit card is maxed out, and I need to give him another one to charge any more days. I explained to him that my wallet was stolen, and that the thieves must be using my card. He said no problem; he will contact the credit card company for me. What a nice guy! The line at the DMV was so long, though. It took almost four hours this time to get to the front. Once I got up there, I filled out all the paperwork and handed it over. They told me they need to see my passport or a social security card to give me the license! I explained my situation and told them I didn’t have a passport. I will need to come back Monday with my social security card to finish the process and get the driver’s license. I guess I’ll need to drive back down to South L.A. to get it.
Day 8: I got thrown out of my hotel room this morning. They said my card was no good. I told them that the clerk had said he was going to call the credit card company and take care of things, but they didn’t believe me! I didn’t see the guy who had told me that, and I couldn’t remember his name. I had to pack everything back into my car and leave, though. There was no reasoning with them. I’m definitely going to be filing a complaint on their website when I get moved into that new apartment, which I hope will be soon. I went to the management office down in South LA to get my social security card back, but they are not open on Saturdays or Sundays. I guess I will have to wait until Monday morning.
Day 9: Sleeping in the car was rough. I parked it on Highland Ave., right by the intersection of Hollywood Blvd. A lot of strange people have been knocking on my window, staring in, or just loitering around my car. A homeless man pounded on the window and would not stop until I rolled it down. He asked me if I had any change. When I told him no, he began shouting obscenities at me until I finally had to move the car half a block down. I am going to be at the apartment place first thing tomorrow morning.
Day 10: Today has been an absolute nightmare. I woke up at 6am and went over to McDonalds to use the bathroom before I headed into town. They charge 25 cents just to get into the stupid thing! How lame is that? I ended up buying a McMuffin just to get a free token for the bathroom, which I guess wasn’t free, cause I spent $2 on the McMuffin. At least that covered breakfast. The real nightmare began when I got to the apartment place. They claim to not even know who I am! I threw a small fit; I really didn’t mean to lose my temper the way I did. I demanded to see the manager, because I need that social security card. Things got heated and they had their security people escort me out. I don’t know what to do now.
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I demand to see more days buddy
Yeah get a moveon. It’s not like we haven’t allowed you plenty of time for crissake.
I suspect you will soon cease to be a newbie muggee, all those d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s people out there. It’s not just a special assault, it’s a regular night!
Shit! I didn’t know you got mugged! (Well, why would I?)
BUt that sounds really shitty. All of that.
is this all real!?