My Friend Nathan Shoop
I moved to Hollywoodland. I’m at the base of the Hollywood Hills in Franklin Village and my building has a pretty spectacular rooftop. Shoop lives right down the street from me and came over with Pham and TJ. TJ was dressed in women’s clothing which I never got an explanation for but he changed and Shoop grabbed the leopard print blouse from him and threw it over his t-shirt, somehow pulling it off. He took Pham’s favorite hat and wore it for the rest of the night and when it got cold I lent him my army jacket. Shoop’s a chameleon, a thespian, a colorful muse- an actor. He’s a collection of effortlessly cool personalities and stories. He’s a mad weirdo who can pull off anything and a charmer who can get away with most anything. We hung out on my rooftop and pulled an all-nighter which is not a-typical. When he talked about something passionately he would slip into a discreet New York twang since he’s been practicing for his play, Beirut, which is now playing. When the soft morning light started to seep through the clouds, I just had to go to my apartment to snag my camera. I came back to Shoop fast asleep on the rooftop ledge. God forbid that a boy who escaped death many times dies by falling off my roof in his slumber. I wake him up, he lights a cigarette, we talk about Hollywood. He is cynical but hopeful. A realist and an idealist. A disenchanted critic and romantic. And it’s no wonder a guy with so many dualities can pull off a fucking women’s leopard print blouse.
can the united states just chill for one day
bitch the USA hasn’t chilled since fuck boy Chris sailed his ass here by mistake