The apparently, deceived Helen Yeap, arrived as the faceless helmsman of an entourage of four men and one extra that had "decided to tag along at the last minute." My travel plans had been canceled due to the circumstances surrounding my pilot getting picked up, but that's another story. On the subject of stories, let's get back to the Pulp Fiction that this Yeap has decided to weave after looking me in the eye, shaking my hand demurely and saying, " Thank You for letting us stay, it was wonderful!"
When I accepted Helen as a low-impact group of three for two days it was made clear I might be at my place for part of the time, my office is typically not rented out to guests although one of Helen's travel clan did barge in my office and nearly knockover a $7,000 camera which I had moved in there so that Helen and her weird little group could play video games alone. When I found out they were a group of five, I went and bought them an extra air mattress and set of sheets and offered to refund their money. Deep in the digital daydream of World of Warcraft or whatever loudly-narrated video game they were playing, they brushed off the chance to verbally communicate with me. I offered them all the food in the house and left to my girlfriends for the second and third night. The deadline I am on with the network forced me to stay the first which I did so quietly, discussing in hushed tones with a colleague about a final version of my pilot during the night while the young Lobos apparently slept soundly, Helen in the bedroom all alone, and the other four in the living room. For the record, my post DOES say that the bunkbeds are not there anymore and replaced by a couch. If it doesn't it is an oversight, not a lie. Apparently Helen was not fast asleep but spying on me to determine if I was having a beer in my own house. The fact that this teenager can come on here and libel me and call me a liar disgusts me. When we were young, if you had something that bad to say about someone, you said it to their face. Now, cowardice like Helen Yeap's pervades the digital landscape.
Anyway, I wouldn't want a 300-pound man (who happened to be the tag-along that they only discovered when they were almost to Denver, to sleep on a bunkbed anyway. I returned to see the young group off on their last day and wished them safe travels and offered them some eggs and bacon and stocked them up with snacks for the road which they zealously accepted. I thanked them for being understanding and showed them the demo reel to the pilot. An hour later, I get a text asking for a refund, from "the group. " I was more than happy to give them a refund but I had no idea how to do so at this stage. I don't do this for the money, I used to live in hostels in Europe and I like to be able to provide a cheap hassle-free place with no damage deposit, or extra charge for people because I like to meet travelers and provide a decent place at the same time with free popcorn balls. Now that this oversized group of college kids and their finicky, nit-picky lead-figure and her poor grammar (sorry, the bathroom, wasn't "all the clean" Sorry, I didn't have time to go buy a $400 silken-shower curtain for the spoiled love child of Woody Allen and Fu Man Chu of the Upper Yangzte that was paying $12 a night to stay in a one-bedroom suite with vaulted ceilings and an on-site host that made sure they were comfortable then stayed sequestered or gone while the New Mexico philistines drove 25 miles to eat Korean BBQ and returned for another Marathon session of Knaves vs. Ogres or Talisman of the Damned or whatever super-annoying mind-suck that they decided to travel to Denver to play. I am not a professional Air B&B I share my house when I am in LA filming usually but now that I find out what kind of unimaginative, deceptive, whiny, nit-picky, borderline cowardly, deceptive types are congregating in my Pyramid of Positivity, it makes me want to never have a college kid near my house again, they look at you like your some sort of leper who should have been euthanized long ago, then they warm up to you, accept your offerings, shake your hand, then turn around and write a review rife with lie and libel.
"Beware the Lobos, they come in packs and lick your face, but they will attack from behind when you least expect."-Slogan of the New Mexico SAtate University.
I almost took my place off the site after having these detached weirdos at my place but then the current group arrived, I told them I would more than likely be here or at my GF' s and they said "not a problem!" They walked in and said, "What a great place man!" We talked for an hour or two about cars and life and Denver and Cuba, not about World War Three of the Electric Underpants Brigade, then I left for my GF's. My faith in humanity restored. There are decent people and lecherous deceptive ones in this world, Helen Yeap and her group oversized group of video-game addicts are not the former. They are part of a generation that hides behind a screen when they feel the need to voice their opinion. One of them called me a "fuckin weirdo" in a text, after we had squashed everything! Besides, they're just not interesting. Nonetheless, I told them they are welcome back to stay, for free anytime, so long as I am not there. I'd rather host the Devil or Charles Manson, or Brooke Shields and Lou Brock. Anyone who doesn't hide behind a screen. Sigh, I miss the analogue days.