I met “a Mitch” working behind a counter. I was told I needed to talk to him. There were gang boys and gals, youths and adults that surrounded and basically said, “No, we want Mitch to be popular.” They didn’t want a woman(me in particular) popular IN THAT SHOP or elsewhere. They told me this. I THOUGHT PEOPLE KNEW THIS? How many people basically told me I could not do much and they didn’t want to be friends either. It happened a lot and it confused me a lot. I wanted to say, “You didn’t know I visited Amblin and Universal and helped on the those cool movies?” (as a youth, not as an adult leader, okay???) AND I DID NOT BRING IT UP IN PERSON. I WON’T.
I am not certain if the kid’s name was Mitch or not. I met other ones elsewhere. Not kidding! There was one in Palm Springs at a restaurant, very different human. People there told me “They love him so much!” And I wanted to say, “Okay… why am I here getting beaten up by strangers in the dining room?” I doubt I was 4.5ft tall and under 10 years old and that Mitch looked over 6ft and over 30 years old.
Did San Diego not know I was one of the original Bob Iger people in the 1970s? Yep, I actually was a youth artist in residence before they created Bob Iger. I used to have significant clout in Los Angeles, CA. San Diegans, kind of spit on me. Even now they are kind of BS. Many of them. I’m not certain why though.
I don’t know Palm Springs, CA. I’ve visited and think it a cool town. Mostly no one knows me anyway, and I don’t speak well. I am not mentally well enough* to speak on movies and art. Mugged(or just clobbered since I had no money or job) too many times, even there in my life. Why? I don’t know.
*I’m unhappy. I used to love movies and tv shows with a passion. I’m so broken about my life I don’t want to smile regarding them any more. It’s clear I helped as I was able, even with no money. I did what I could. I am done. Just a ghost that came and went.