Venice under the influence
I was walking down Venice Blvd. today and found a yellow iPhone XR in the gutter. It was unlocked and the Notes app was open. This is what was written inside.
Friday September 13th 2019
My father was an influencer.
His father was an influencer.
And his father before that.
Three generations of my family, working in the like mines of Venice Beach.
These days though, there are so many influencers that there’s hardly anybody left to influence. I spend most of my afternoons sitting in the influencers union hall, known to the locals as Intelligentsia, drinking matcha and checking my DMs.
More of the old timers are getting sick. Filter face they call it. But neither instagram nor snapchat are willing to acknowledge it or kick down a single dime for us. So we wait.
We take selfies and we wait…
Not everybody waits though. The smart ones left a long time ago. I can still picture my dad at...
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