The Jacuzzi Dogs

by chris cunningham

Every other night or so I go out the the jacuzzi and there’s a regular crowd out there that shoots the shit. It’s usually comprised of some combination of the Actor(s), the Director, the Editor, the Graphic Designer, the Visual Effects Artist (me), and Roger. It’s the epitome of what you’d expect from a crowd in L.A. Everybody’s in the business, except for Roger who soaks it all in. Roger is a large black man who has so many wild stories I start to wonder if he’s making half of them up. He’s sort of the unofficial overseer of the jacuzzi. There’s also an older lady who speaks way to frankly and says she’s dated Warren Beattie, Timothy Leary and Robert Atkins the diet guru. Anway, tonight, Actor says he’s going to be on the show “Monk” [LINK] at 10:00. His role? A bad actor in a stage play that gets accidently killed when a prop knife is swapped with a real one. The episode is called “Mr. Monk Goes To The Theater”. [LINK] Since the pool closes at 10:00 we all scurried off to watch. Too funny. Just 5 minutes ago I was sitting in the jacuzzi with Actor, and next thing you know he’s dying on my TV. I love L.A.