Archie Archuleta
Bio
I act and such.
Stories (2/0)
When Time Stopped
So there I am, walking down the street, minding my own business, earbuds in boppin' to some T Swizzle (Taylor Swift to the layman) and just as I began walking across the road "Schtublam!" A car smacked me right in the kneecap. I thought, 'Fuck this is it, I always thought I would take an edible and get into a fight with that one yoked homeless guy; but no, it’s this old fuck who looks like he’s going to croak tomorrow anyways. He had to take me down with him. Curse you, fate!' Only, I wasn’t dead. In fact, it was like some superhero shit just happened because the car stopped in place. Like seriously, it stopped right at the moment of impact. Maybe Stan Lee over here is just Neo with the breaks, so I kindly flip him off, tell him to go stick a cork in his ass and go about my day. I still need eggs after all. Gotta get a healthy amount of protein to round out my macros, that sorta thing. But, as I come to Cahuenga Blvd., all of the cars were stopped. Not like regular LA traffic stopped with all the yelling and frustration included, but truly stopped, frozen in time. So now I’m starting to think that I did eat an edible and am just losing my mind right now, weed always makes time go by at a snail's pace. But I kid you not, all of the cars, and all of the people inside of the cars were just perfectly still. So I walk up to the edge of the street, still making sure to look both ways mind you, I am a safe citizen, I also looked around for any cop cars. Maybe this is just an elaborate way to catch me with a jaywalking ticket, you never know.
By Archie Archuleta6 years ago in Futurism
How I Found My Craft in the Mile High City
As a young actor, I made the same mistake that many others in my shoes have made, perceiving LA as synonymous with successful acting. I quickly learned that most individuals in LA could care less about whether or not you can actually act. Audition after audition, bad job after bad job, the number one thing I learned is that they just care about the resume (and sometimes even Instagram followers). After two years, it broke me down to a bitter and depressed individual with a deflated sense of self worth. I stepped out of the metro, coming home from my day job, and looked in front of me, Hamilton playing at the Pantages Theater. I literally fell to my knees in tears thinking to myself "I'm done, I will never be that." A play that once inspired me now stood as a titanic symbol of the impossible. I did not care for the hustle, or for the competition. I cared to be a great actor and I was at the point that I didn't believe I could ever become that. When my apartment lease was up, I freed myself and flew to Denver. I no longer had the intention of being an actor.
By Archie Archuleta6 years ago in Journal