Hey it’s not like I haven’t been working on things.

What things, you say?


What changes, you say?

Well for one I bought a truck.

Nashville didn’t exactly ‘require it’ but ya know. . .

And then I sold the Honda.

Ok Dr. Jean was the first — but I swear I didn’t know

What was I doing in 2007? Well for the one thing I was about to make the most severe change of my entire life — second only to dropping out of college to start a BMX bike company at 19 (as told in my latest film 30 Bikes btw), Trailer here.

So maybe because I’d left my suit-and-tie advertising job for a completely unknown future, I sensed the content-creation world I was entering would require content (shocking), and therefore started a blog.

The word alone still turns…

In the room, that is.

It really is an amazing place to be isn’t it?

When things seem to finally plateau, with you on top?

Even in the ups and downs of this life, you will get to that certain age (different for everyone) when the scales of challenges vs. contentedness seem to finally balance out, and you’re rolling. ie.. you’ve got this.

Your car is fine.

Your computer is running and the glitches (so annoying!) seem to be minor and/ or they seem to “just sort of go away.”

Your kitchen system is tight. Dishes, done. Extra bags? Under…

Or Austin or Idaho or Utah or ______

4:30am, Nashville TN —
In a sparsely decorated upstairs flat a man tosses uneasily, the only spectator a peace lily, purchased one week before and possibly needing water.

Internal dialogue:
“I don’t know sometimes. . .”

Shoot. Not quite it.

“I just don’t know, Sandra. . .”


“Sherry, I just don’t know about _______ sometimes.”

It’s a different name darn it, it’s not Sandra, not Sherry, it’s. . .

Gahhh. . !

When I have a movie line stuck in my head and before I figure where it’s from I’m no…

So yeah despite the previous instances you may have read about, this is officially the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Number one with a bullet.

The crazy part?

I actually thought about it first.

And I still did it.

At 3am and on a hostess donette breakfast, some pretty dumba** ideas can come flowing out.

“We’ve got a gusher!”

One of the biggest bummers about having a paper route as an adult is that it almost ruined the experience I had of having a paper route as a kid.

Like Ali standing over Sonny Liston.

In other words it didn’t…

I didn’t think we were going hiking.

I didn’t read the sign because I was already off the trail.

And yeah not sure if I would have obeyed anyway because following rules is sort of not my deal. Especially when it comes to signs.

And I knew it was going to happen

*this story is offered in a stream of consciousness style — i’m testing it out so feedback is welcome :)

This is a story about the same car as story one and story two but not story three and definitely not story four and will be shorter so you’ll like that although I probably said that last time so you know about the brake drums the ones with the grooves in them yes in the same 1965 Chrysler that is 18' long if you remember well that’s what I’m talking about so…

My final companion

Tom petty was well into his amazing 40+ year career when he hit his first big identity crisis. As Warren Zanes documents in his book Petty: The Biography, though the first two albums had solidified Tom and Co.’s byrds + brit + southern sound as solid radio staple, and the singles and touring had brought a modicum of success to both Petty and the heartbreakers, Petty was faced with one of the harsher realities of success.

He had become a brand.

Hey I was going through an honesty phase ok

* * *

It started simply enough. A nice day, a blanket on the grass in a park in Beverly Hills. A journal, a notepad, a couple beverages. A beautiful blond girl and an insecure blonde guy.

To be clear I’m not normally thought of as insecure but I’m getting better at telling the truth. In fact to others I project the opposite: A confident, risk-seeking, nomadic traveler in search of the next story, film, or place to lay my head.

And most of the time they’re right.

But not this…

Alden Olmsted

I was born in a small town to John and Priscilla. Not a pilgrim exactly just another latch-key kid obsessed with BMX and Tom Petty. Now I make films.

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