"Copy That"

Tonight I'm working back at the place where I had my first encounter with ghost back in 95. Linda Vista Hospital in Boyle Heights. This place is huge! I've returned to this place many many times only to encounter more ghost. So when they tell me that I'll be working here alone by myself at night, you bet I didn't wander too much inside the building, no matter how much equipment they had set up inside. The last time I was here we were attacked by the Michael Myers Raccoon, Told off by Roger Corman, heard the singing woman in the basement and had 2 guys quit cause one heard his name being called (long story) and the other geting stuck in the elevators for 2 hours in the dark, his phone the only light he had on him.

(dumbass, never take the elevators, and always carry a flashlight with you, I carry 2 after my encounters with ghost here)

Before they leave I'm told not too let the death guy we named Frankenstein not too enter this property, something about either raping or attacking a female crew person in the building. The site rep lets me know about the front door to the property is loose and I should check it every now and then. (as long as it's outside, hey no problem) I do my rounders and walk to the front of the building and notice one of the front doors is on it's side (shit!) so much for the door being loose. So now I really had to go inside and make sure nothing was stolen.

(being totally committed to my job has it's drawbacks)

I enter the building, quiet. So quiet you can hear a pin drop.
 Too bad outside can't be so quiet, all night all you hear is shootings, choppers and sirens through out the whole night. I pass our first set up, the little church they have in there. I then look down into the wardrobe room, too dark and far to enter in, oh well looks secure from where I am. I make my way to the double doors. I put the door back onto it's hinge, but it's not working. It's broken, I put the door back together the best way I could. I hear something slam to the ground in the far distance. I freeze in place and wait for more noise or footsteps or anything. Nothing.( I hate when that happens) I make my way into the production office. Nothing in the room looks stolen, printers, computers and equipment is still there. I walk into this green room where they have the walkies charging. Everything looks okay in here too.  I start to head back outside.

Loud static noise comes from one of the walkies.. scared the shit out of me since I was still in the room.
Okay I'm letting this place get to me.
Low laughter starts to come from one of the walkies, not sure which one, I was out of the building faster than Speedy Gonzalez!!
The production did give me another gaurd to watch the front doors while I stood in the parking lot watching the loose equipment laying around. I get to go back tonight to the same place (Fukcing Great) Well if anyone wants a free haunted ghost tour, you know my cell number.......

"Under age Girls gone Wild"

Hancock Park. This part of town is known for their huge mansions grumpy neighbors and most burgleries in LA. Anyone who's anyone  has filmed in this area. Today like most of the jobs I do in this part of town is a commercial. Most of the crew is inside upstairs or something. I have the grips and juicers outside setting up lights for the next shot.  Three young girls wearing backpacks walks by me. They flirt with me touching my arms and other parts of my body they all shout "Hi security" I pretty much ignore it. (Sorry but I'm not R Kelly)  besides, the caterer is serving BBq Ribs today. They walk into the house next to us, I make my way over to the lunch table. One rule that Production has and  still hasn't changed is that Security and Drivers eat 30 minutes before the crew. I love that rule.  Lunch today is baked Mac and Cheese not that boiled stuff straight from a box, it's really good! Ribs, baked Beans and cornbread. ( I love cornbread) I over did it by having a shake and baked melted chocolate cookie. My tummy aches!

After lunch the crew is back inside doing their magic while I walk back and forth (need to walk off some of this food) I walk over to where the grips and juicers are setting up around the house. I hear the guys ranting and raving while pointing up. I look up to see what these guys were taking pictures of. Up in the open window in the house next to us were the three girls  who flirted with me earlier dancing shirtless . Well one did have her bra on but the other two were topless. My first thought was, "Is that what 16 yr olds look now days? Why couldn't they look like that when I was in school"

( I'm not a perv at least not in public, but it's true)

 The girls were dancing to Missy Elliots "Get Ur Freak On", the guys down below were really enjoying this, some Pa's were starting to join this crowd. I turn to my left and notice a car pulling into the driveway. This older small jewish man runs over in our direction  shouting at us.

MAN: What you doin? top lookeen at my babies!

(Okay maybe he was Greek, doesn't really matter they're both hairy)

The man gets in front of everybody. He shouts in his language at the girls who don't pay any  attention to him. The girls keep on dancing flashing their breast at the crew.
The man runs to me.

MAN: Curity, you stop these people.

ME: Curity?

MAN: Stop! Cruity stop lookeen or I will cut your chizo!

One of the guys comes up to me.

GRIP: Rj keep him busy, I want to get this on video.

ME: Video? Dude you Rob Lowe or something, I'm out of here.

The old man comes to me again.

MAN: Curity, stop lookeen, or I'll lik you ass!

ME: Did you just say you'll lik my ass?

MAN: lik! lik!

Man starts to lift his feet in a kicking motion.

ME: Oh, kick.

The man starts chasing the crew off his lawn. No one really takes him seriously, they laugh at him. The man finally runs in the house pulling the girls away from the window. You hear screaming and sounds of beating from up there.

I don't know why he just didn't do that in the first place. Weird people live in Hancock Park I tell you.

"I'm Racist?"

Over the weekend I had to work, yep just started a new T.V. show called (Strong Medicene) and this Industry doesn't believe in being off on weekends or holidays. So my location over the weekend is Griffith park up on Cedar Grove. One of the cool spots in the park and also one of the most filmed hot spots. So here I am watching a hot set for shooting this tuesday. The weekend would of went well if I wasn't called Racist. It's been awhile since I've been called that name.

(no I'm not racist, I'm far from it)

I had 2 homeless (african american) guys messing with the set and trying to take stacks of hay we had on set for use of a bed. Now I have no problem hikers walking around taking pictures, but when you mess with my playground then we have a problem, in which I have to take action.

ME: Hey guys, it's cool that you hang here and walk around, but don't mess with my set.

GUY !: What that nigaga just say?

GUY 2 walks up to me.

GUY 2: Look here little nigga I pay taxes and I can do whatever the Fuck I want!

ME: I don't give a shit what you do, just don't touch my hot set.

GUY 2: I pay taxes! You fucking Rent A Cop! You Racist asshole!

ME: Racist?

GUY 2: I bet if I was white you wouldn"t be doing this to me! I'm a black man I deserve respect!

(did he just quote Poetic Justice to me?)

He steps closer to intimidate. Guy 1 also steps into the scene.

ME: Look bud.

I get interrupted.

GUY 2: Bud? Just cause I'm black don't mean we smoke bud. Why you gotta define me with a drug name?

ME: I'll m ake it easy.

GUY 1: Easy! Blacks never have it easy. Foo!

They were both starting to take this too far.

ME: Look you non tax paying dirty diaper smelling homeless piece of shits! Take your caramel nappy hair boyfriend off  my set before I bury your bullshit out here in the park!

They both have this puzzled stare on their face. After a few moments of them looking at each other they walk away screaming more racist remarks at me.


Me racist? I guess I am racist. Racist of ASSHOLES!, and they come in all different colors.

"LA Parking lot"

street. They're building a huge skateboard ramp for a car commercial. Across the street there's another commercial going on. I know a few of the people in that crew. As the day passes I notice these really hot looking latina chicks walking through the alley way smiling at me. Wow, em I really that attractive? I asked myself. The homeless guy who cleans the club next to our location came up to me and asked if I liked what I saw. I just mentioned there are some cute girls wondering these parts of the streets.

HIM: They"re Hookers.

ME: what? You Serious?

HIM: They're  girls who pay coyotes to bring them over into the states. So they work off their fee by making money for them.

He points to one girl.

HIM: You see that one, she's been here for 3months. The rest of them are new, I don't recgonize them. But the new one with the long legs seems to be the popular one. She has more customers and regulars than the rest.

Sure enough I kept noticing the same girls walking thru the alley way and into the Arcade down the alley. They have many rooms set up in that arcade. When they walk down the alley with their customer he or she will either walk ahead or behind them as if they're  not with them. A guy from the Arcade will watch the bac kdoor and if any cars drive by he will lock the door till its clear. I hear the police tried to catch them once or twice but failed every time. It's a shame to see these girls in that situation. If you look at them, you would of never thought they were hookers. As the day passes I see them going in and out of the alley way. many of their customers were dressed in suits. i seen some security guards many and I mean many guys who i swear look like undercover cops. Here I thought them staring at me I was good looking. So much for that...