Hello, my name is… Austin.
I’m just another struggling writer from a small, no name town with not a whole lot to say about anything. My boyfriend and I started this blog as a chronicle of our cross-country road trip to visit my dying grandmother. Things change. Instead, it will be a record of our journey from one stage of our lives to the next. No, not original, but few things are until they are.
We’ve been driving over a 1,000 miles visiting my family and saying goodbye. It’s been a long trip, but an enlightening one. Here’s to my grandma: Her favorite word is “shit”. I’ve never seen the woman without a book on her lap, a cup of black coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. She recently drove 3,000 miles in her pick-up truck alone to Phoenix, Arizona(she’s over 80 years old) on a whim. She’s my best friend. She’s been there through dumb ideas(moving in with my doctor ex-boyfriend) and through dumber ideas(running away to the city and sleeping on the street). We talk about boys and about regrets and she knows more about me than any other person on the planet – so losing her is fucking hard. At least I got a hug, a laugh and a threat. That’s all I could ask for.
My boyfriend and I are moving to L.A… eventually. We made this last minute decision while driving 95 mph on a desert highway that never ends.
I’ll be honest. I hate Los Angeles. The pollution. The traffic. The people. California is probably the last place I want to be. But, I want to be a screenwriter. I love (spelled hate) writing and want to create the next LOST. I dream of becoming a rich snob and taking care of people like my grandmother who have always taken care of me. So I’m willing to take the chance. I’m willing to suck up my pride and walk down West Hollywood as more than just another boy in the crowd.
First we’re moving to Portland, Oregon. We’ll save some money and practice the art of living together. Two lost causes in the City of Lost Causes.