Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Insomnia Cafe Sucks (and so do you)

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that many of my fellow aspiring screenwriters are raging assholes.

I'll back up a little bit. All the Starbucks around here are tiny. Okay, there's the one at Santa Monica and La Brea, but where am I supposed to park? And being a pretentious aspiring screenwriter, I have to write in a coffee shop, right? The Coffee Bean's are even smaller than the Starbucks are, so really the only place to go is Insomnia.

And go we do. All of us. 12 people in there last time I visited, all writing screenplays, all but one on Macs.

"Pretty cool place," I thought. Sure, they only take cash, and sure, it's kind of cramped (even Insomnia isn't as big as the Starbucks I used back home), and sure, the girl behind the counter gave me the stink-eye when she asked "Did you purchase anything?" when I asked for a glass of water, even though I'd made eye contact with her both when I ordered and when I picked up my iced coffee (which sucks compared to a Starbucks frap), but it's got atmosphere, right? And it's kind of dark, which is nice. And everybody's a writer, so it's a friendly atmosphere. . .

Only that last part is horse puckey. It's an in-crowd club just like every other lousy independent coffee shop I've ever been to. The regulars high five each other but only scowl when you dare to reach over next to them to plug into the power strip. Need to know if somebody's sitting there? Don't ask! Because you'll just get a curt "no idea" and a look of firm drop-deadness (Yes, I'm talking to you, dude in the stupid hat! Why are you wearing that hat? Are you Walter Matthau?).

Have all my fellow writers been here too long? Are they so scalded by the ever-present Los Angeles sun that they can't show a brother some love? Is it competition? Am I seen as just another usurper trying to take their piece of the pie?

If you read this, my fellow Insomniacs, please, please, turn those frowns upside-down!

2 comments:

Lauren said...

This makes me want to move to LA. Because I love hell. Don't you remember when your fellow writers were nice and made rude comments to your face?

In all seriousness, you make it sound kind of charming. Go to Venice and hang out at the coffeeshops there. Much better time and much better people watching.

Lucas Johnson said...

Stinky farts are the best revenge.