Showing posts with label craigslist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label craigslist. Show all posts

Monday, April 7, 2008

TV Hustling

This tv is massive. It cost $80. How? Now, that is a story...
Here is the story. It was early in the morning, and I was attending to the first thing on my schedule (find a tv). This sweet TV was listed on Craigslist. The address was kind of in the ghetto, so I kept thinking that maybe I shouldn't go--because the seller might just be needing money for drugs. I also thought that it might not fit in my car (the guy said he'd even deliver it--further proof of desperation), and that I probably didn't want a drug fiend in my apartment. Anyway, better judgment aside, I brought my roomie (which cut my statistical chance of being held up in half, right?), and we went.

I had called the seller (named Patrick) several times. He seemed nice (not high) enough. So we go, and it's kind of in the ghetto (it was in an alley, across from a liquor store and next to a motel--okay, it was the ghetto). He has a big dog on a chain out front. He also has us wait several minutes before he lets us in. He also has like 4 weight benches out in front of his house. We go inside and (this is a tiny house) there are about 8 massive TVs. I think the transaction was legit though, because he gave me an instruction manual and a remote control (here is another sign that it was legit, I had to pay in cash). He asked twice, "So you guys want anything else?" So I said, "Yes. How about a bench press bar?" He thought about it for a second, asked me how much I'd be willing to spend ($10), realized he only had one rusty one, and then said, "Let me make my calls. I'll hook you up." I got the feeling that no matter what I would've asked for, his response would've been the same.

Later on, a friend with more street cred (she's black)(also, that was her reasoning for having more street cred, not mine, I thought I had more street cred than her because she's from Palm Springs area) told me that this was called hustling. Patrick is a hustler, and apparently a valuable contact. Bench press bars normally cost WAY more than $10. Whatevs. All in all, I really enjoyed the experience. I have since referred Patrick to 2 other people (including my friend with the street cred), all of whom want big TVs (32" Sony with picture in picture for $60).

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Sunday, September 2, 2007

I'm SOOOOO LA...


Wait--umm, did I mention that I was moving to LA. Because I just did. I'm there... now. Well, Valencia, but that's temporary. Can I claim LA already? What "valley" do I have to live in to claim LA?

Never ever ever ever ever drive straight for 11.5 hours on Labor Day weekend to LA. Especially when you start at 6 PM Utah time. Never do it. I almost died. I pulled over to sleep, but I just couldn't sleep. It would not come. Maybe it was the bright lights of the hotel/casino.

Now I'm here. Today I responded to about 20 different Craigslist "employment" opportunities. I say employment in quotations because I think they're really just looking for someone to work for free. It's funny--I have some interviews. You respond to these Craigslist things and you don't know what they're for or who they're for. Then when they email you you can look up their names on IMDB or whatever. As I go through their credits, or check out trailers for movies they've done or whatever, it's funny because I look at the trailer and think, "The movie I directed is better than this." And here I am, trying to work for them, for free--or whatever. Whatever.

Also funny, pretty much the only option I have for housing so far is a 35 year old guy that plays World of Warcraft. He's way nice though. I don't mind WoW. Also, there are people banging down the door to live there. We'll see what happens.

Finally--
Dear California Drivers,
You drive fast--that's cool. It's a little scary, but cool. Why are all of your cars new? Every single one. Except for the guy in the red hatchback (not new, but still shiny and in good shape) that thought I cut him off (though we both signalled and changed lanes at the same time, from the same lane to the same lane). My cousin turned around to see who was honking for 45 seconds straight. It was you. After that, you proceeded to tail me (wow you were close, that hatchback just has a tiny little front end). Finally you pulled up next to me in the suicide lane and just stared at me. You didn't care that other cars might want to turn, because you are an intense hard guy. Just like me. It's cool--I totally understand. It's just one of those things we hard guys do. Also, I'm buying a gun.
Love,
Dane

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