being a kid with 24/7 latch key clearance life was a wonderment full of things that logically i didn’t get but knew were painful for the human spirits amongst me
i frequented the Cecil more than homeroom at D Starr MS it was like a carnival backstage up close contact with the carnies included it was cool
the sixth floor had Abbey the hooker she was a Mexican-American lady with flan tone skin and perpetual bruises on her arms her pimp was some meth enthusiast with tax problems and a wife who was the daughter of an LAPD cop Abbey shared her Jack in the Box with me sometimes and we’d talk about Belmont HS years in the 60’s the student marches and such i just looked at her while flipping her records with my bony hands self-branded with the Anarchy sign i liked Abbey she never took drugs or drank not that i knew about she was just angry and beaten
in the lobby Mr. Petrucchio sat and read Time Magazine the same one for months on end the one on the Contra Aid scandal he was Sicilian from Corleone he turned me on to The God Father one and two he also shared that the movies were too glamorous i never asked what his first name was he was always Mr. Petrucchio to me it sounded hella cool i liked it when he taught me the dirty words in Siculu like fetuso or puttana or minchia but you kinda have to draw it out he said
i met Amos in the lobby one summer day i was reading the LA Weekly about the night stalker having been caught Amos had an intriguing accent and beautiful ebony slick skin eyes like black olives bright red lipstick and was wearing mermaid cut dress in peacock with crystals on the yellow satin sash i liked his wooden platform shoes he carried them guess he got tired
i must’ve been starring Amos looked and asked who i was i froze he laughed like the Un-Cola nut guy ay Mr. P is this your grand baby Mr. Petrucchio responded by shaking his head no and blowing out pewter smoke from his pipe what’s your name honey never mind what you doing here where yo momma at that’s a cool dress can i touch it Amos’s laugh echoed through the musty lobby shifting the dust sure it’s crushed velvet are you a drag Amos’s laughter roared making the glass at the front entrance rattle i smiled like an idiot
the last bus to east Hollywood pulled up and i left black safety pinned book bag and markered skateboard with a black flag logo returning after a few weeks Abbey was sick i took her a Jumbo Jack and chocolate shake she told me she lost a baby i said oh as i gulped tears back we sat silent in the lobby as she didn’t want to sit in her room anymore we didn’t cry
So tenderly written Hon. ❤🌹
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Thanks Jen I’m trying to work on a project the Cecil 500 so this is the 1st try 🤭
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Cecil 500?
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it’s an old hotel in DTLA the cecil
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OK It sounds like one we have here in Toronto. It housed quite the assortment of residents for years. It was there home. There was a huge debate and battle when the relatives of the deceased owner decided to oust the residents and leave them homeless. As I recall some of the oldest were allowed to stay as they turned it into a place for Artists. Each room was given to an artist to decorate. It eventually became a showcase.
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we have what they call SRO’s single room occupancy for very low income folks to help with the homeless needs, but we need far more than that we also have The American Hotel for artists and low income residents with a nightclub/stage/yoga place in the lobby lol.
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We have similar SRO’s as you say. We also have PAL residences (Performers Artist Lodge) for Actors, musicians and artists of all kinds. I helped them years ago with the start up. Wish I’d never resigned from the Unions now. I was in both ACTRA and Equity. I suppose I could rejoin. You can see a lot of my Industry credits on my Contact Page a link to The Internet Movie Data Base. Anyways WAY off topic!
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yes you really should be writing Jen write about now, lol ❤ thats impressive !!! 🙂
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I wasn’t writing but I read hundreds of scripts. I had to. My credits are organizing roles like coordinating and casting etc
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ive always told friends who id cast if i had to do a movie but i’m sure its not as easy as i think it would be 🙂
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too many variables. time being one, money, availability, etc etc Personalities clashing LOL “She great but I won’t spend 5 minutes with her on a set!”
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lol yep
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😊
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‘…her pimp was some meth enthusiast with tax problems…’
Ha!
Ace work/s.
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Lol
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I love this so much. The Cecil Hotel. Famous for ‘Elisa Lam Elevator’. Do you remember that story? and the video is scary.
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Yes same hotel friend, lots of history there thanks for reading Charlie 😉
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So much history. My girlfriend and I, drove there I want to say 4 or 5 months ago. We like to drive around Downtown L.A. at night and see the lights clear out minds. 🙂
Also, we like driving to labianca house. 🙂
You are welcome my friend. 🙂
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