I remember back when I first moved to CA and was going to college, I was always broke and did that regularly as well. I was going to school full time and interning at Stan Winston's 30 hours a week. My parents could barely afford to send me out here and help pay for college, so I would never ask them for money. Any little cash I could scrape up, I always spent on art projects or little super 8 films.
I had a couple of friends who would help me by bringing a burger or burrito by my little apartment because they knew I was poor, or even just to get a peek at what I was working on at the time. I had a rule; If you wanted to come hang out at my place, you had to bring me something to eat.
True story.
Other friends from school or the beach, worked at local restaurants and took pity on me as well, and gave me half eaten meals that people had left or old rolls, cold fries, etc... When things got really bad, I'd go dumpster diving at Vons and get beat up cans, fruit that was a little too ripe or expired bread, etc... I did what I had to do to stay here and keep my dream alive.
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Other friends from school or the beach, worked at local restaurants and took pity on me as well, and gave me half eaten meals that people had left or old rolls, cold fries, etc... When things got really bad, I'd go dumpster diving at Vons and get beat up cans, fruit that was a little too ripe or expired bread, etc... I did what I had to do to stay here and keep my dream alive.
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