The iMAX documentary Jerusalem on the seven-story high screen. Speaking of Jews blowing things out of proportion, my mom was in town, and couldn’t adjust to the warm weather. (In her defense, LA was literally 85 degrees warmer than New York has been.)
I warned my nephew that if he didn’t let me take a nice pic of him after his game, I’d turn a shitty one into a baseball card.
At Canter’s, my nephew and I engaged in a crayon duel, and it escalated into him serving up a “Go F yourself.” He got dessert taken away for a week.
Actually, it’s a one-bedroom. But living in an apartment is one of the many sacrifices I make while I happily pursue my dream. And I love the pursuit. I love the people, the challenges, the city of Los Angeles, and, most of all, the feeling that makes my heart quicken every time I get to do the thing that I love: acting.
My name is Matt Shevin. You can reach me at: firstname.lastname@example.org