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Long time...long time [06 Oct 2004|11:39am]
[ mood | dorky ]
[ music | "Beautiful Day" - U2 ]

Hey guys

I realize it's been a little bit of a while since I last updated this thing, but hey, things come up, people get busy, shit happens... but I couldn't help but notice how many of you still visited this and left comments, and I can't express how grateful I am to hear from any and all of you. Really, thank you.

Now, I do promise, any chance I get to update you on my little life, I will. But I am not the type of guy to go on about my "next big movie" or anything like that...ya know? all the little things that some guys do to promote their next picture...fuck it, you know? just fuck it.

I'll tell you something simple, alright, because a lot of people don't know this about me, but I have this little habit of mine, and it's more like a's good either way. I like to photograph things; anything. Once that picture is taken, it's locked in that photo, every second of that moment was and will forever be locked in time; How could you not love photography for these simple reasons? I mean just look at pictures of yourselves, when you were a kid, or maybe some vacation you took; isn't it amazing? Don't look at the surface, look at the meaning, and everything it incorporates, it's just, to me, fascinating.

I photographed, of all things, the Grand Canyon over the past weekend; I was spending some time in the area, but I had to go; was my first time, believe it or not, and it was fucking magnificent. Jesus, have you ever been? My god man, it is intense... I had taken all sorts of amazing shots, but my digital camera, this very expensive one I use, it died on me...right, it died. Right there, middle of the Grand Canyon, had some beautiful shots, but no, it died on me...did I give up? Well, yeah...(haha) but only until I got to the nearest little tourist hut, where they were serving burgers, hotdogs, all that good stuff, but they also had, CAMERAS. Yes, I was back in business. These were straight film ones, so I'd have to get the film developed after, which was fine, I just wanted some good pictures to hold onto, right?

After spending many hours shooting photos, I headed back to my hotel, gathered all my stuff, and then went to the airport to head back home, but on the way, I stopped at a wal-mart...yep, it was funny because it wasn't that crowded, and no one really noticed me (I was wearing shades, a hat) but a few did, and especially the lady, Betty as her badge said, who did my photos...this is where it gets good, alright? I came back to get my photos when they were finished, and opened up the little package, looked inside...and ...I flipped through all of my photos, but there at the end, the rather obese, and heavyset lady left me a of herself...rather revealing, at that... let's just say the craters of the Grand Canyon were far less intense than those on Ms. Betty's backside... Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the plus size women of the world, but Betty's photo is one that shouldn't have been locked in time...but anyway guys, I need to get on my way. But if you all have anything to share, or if you enjoy photography, please let me know your experiences and what great things it has brought to you.

Be safe.


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"Once Upon A Time In Mexico" [17 Aug 2003|05:15pm]
[ mood | complacent ]
[ music | Phantom Planet - "California" ]

-no..this isn't a movie plug, but a story...Aside from the title of my next movie, I really do have story of something that happened once...upon a Mexico.

First off, I want to thank everyone who has written me through email, telling me how much they enjoyed Pirates, and their compliments. That means a great deal to me, thank you.

So, moving on... I was just starting out in this movie business; I had little to no money, which I converted into Mexican moolah....I slept in my car, and was supposed to be heading to Cancun for a small indy film...this was just a little time before I got a spot on Platoon...

I was sleeping in my car, doors locked, windows up...I made sure everything was practically bolted down before I shut my eyes that night, I couldn't afford the damn make matters worse this place I was smack dab in the middle of what was supposedly haunted by a local ghost named Garcia... Story goes, Garcia was one of Mexico's greatest outlaws, and got away with over 100 thefts, never caught, and then one day, after living in seclusion he decides to turn himself in...just like that. He could have went anywhere with the fortune he had obtained through countless acts of robbery, but he turned himself in, claiming he could not manage to live with himself, knowing the "dirty deeds" he'd done...

See, through all these years, over a decade, people all over knew of garcia, knew of his acts of thievery, but no one had ever seen everyone still questions why he'd even bother turning himself in, but the police here were hot on his trail..perhaps that's why, but back to the story... the man who turned himself in for a light sentence was really not even garcia! ..this was some bum garcia paid off, so this bum would spend 15 years in prison, to then get out and spend the 1 quarter of Garcia's savings he was promised...and this way, the police would never be out looking for garcia any longer, he could now walk the streets, knowing no one knew what he looked like and that the man they knew as the real Garcia was behind bars...

15 years was what was the sentence length at the time...but the police were hard here, they didn't want 15 years...they wanted to HANG garcia... now things got interesting because the Bum was okay with 15 years behind bars and a fortune waiting, but he wasn't okay with a fortune waiting, while he hung lifeless from a noose. He told everyone the truth, and Garcia had no idea...he simply showed up for the hanging of this bum...and although the police considered the bum was telling the truth, no one pursued it...until the hanging, when they hatched a plan together, and the bum would point out garcia to them, knowing he'd be there...and that once pointed out, if it was really him, he would run... and run he did, the bum pointed him out, his life spared, and now Garcia is on the run...the cop blasts 4 shots of his pistol into Garcia's back...he falls...dying right there....a man that was to be executed was let go, and the man in the crowd was the one executed...sounds crazy, but that's how they say it happened.

Now, back to MY story... I was sleeping...I must have been out like a light, I didn't wake til the hot Mexican sun hit my eyes in the morning...and damn, I hate when you're asleep and the sun wakes you... my doors were wide windows down...the keys in my pocket were gone, my money gone...I had nothing but the clothes on my back... but who would take my keys and not the car? Who could have done all this with me being right there? I'm a sound sleeper but not THAT sound of a sleeper...

I went to the local authorities, which did nothing...there was only one cop and he kept telling me to just be happy nothing bad happened to me, and then told me the story of Garcia...that's where I heard it...I got a ride to Cancun from the cop...and he dumped me in the middle of the road...I wasn't sure why, then I noticed he had MY car keys sticking out of his pant pockets...I couldn't believe it....this guy had robbed me blind, he knew he could go back and now steal my car, but I was cool with it, I knew the police station, I could report him easy... once in Cancun, I contacted the authorities there and told them of this small town I came from, and they told me there was no such police station there...that it was abandoned decades ago...around the end of the 1800's...same time Garcia was around... I kept thinking could any of this be true? Was I imagining this whole thing? Did Garcia's ghost rob me of my stuff? ...No way...couldn't have been

That was during a very bad time in my life...I was on the bottle always...even into some drugs...who was going to believe me? ...but that was just once upon a time in mexico...


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Lights, Camera, ACTION? [09 Apr 2003|10:16pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | Whatever ]

Check this...Why does the Easter Bunny hide all those eggs?

Because he doesn't want anyone to know he's been fucking the Chickens!

(Laughs) It's pretty sad when you laugh at your own material like that, but uhm...I always do that :)

-ever see that show South Park? I'm catchin' the last couple minutes of it right now, and I gotta say, I've never laughed so hard... It's probably the most honest show on television, yet I know most of the people who don't watch it think of it as some sort of "Trash TV". I don't even watch much tv, but this, oh yeah...I could watch another.

Anyway, a lot of people ask me if I've ever wanted to star in Action Movies, and the answer is, NO... I've been offered a lot of roles for a lot of movies you've seen that other actors took up after I declined them. It's not just action movies, but anything that I feel has been done to death. I just can't play a role that requires nothing of me. You know? Who hasn't seen the classic storyline of good vs evil, good always wins, the hero saves the day, gets the girl. Big deal, right? I need an in-between...something blurred to the it good, is it evil? what is it? Does it know?

There's a weird connection to this to, because a lot of people don't know but originally Tom Cruise was offered the role in Edward Scissorhands, but he turned it down because, and this is just what I was told, "He didn't want to be seen as a freak, wearing the get-up and make-up of a loser" ...I was next in line, Tim asked me; Tim Burton, and I HAD to take this role. I've never, to this day, read a screenplay so real and true to itself. Getting back on the subject here, the movie Interview With The Vampire, the role of Lestat, that Tom did play, was originally offered to me, and I declined. Not because I don't dig Vampires, I do, but the screenplay was totally different at the time...not nearly as good as that film turned out.

So now, a lot of people think I've sold out, because this summer I'm starring in Jerry Bruckheimer's "Pirates of The Caribbean". Well, to those people, understand that I never, "sold out". I pick and choose the roles I want, so if I choose to do this action film, it's not because it's an action film, a drama, a comedy, a musical, a BOMB, whatever...if I like the story, if I'm into it, the role...then hell yeah, I'm going to do it; period.

I know a lot of you talk about your personal problems in life, and that's cool; this is a journal, and if you guys want to know the DEEP DEPP secrets, then I might let you inside my little mind....MIGHT. 'Til then, I hope you all are happy with my updates thus far. If not, go read Adam Sandler's journal...Peace.


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Itsy Bitsy Spider [09 Apr 2003|12:26am]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Alice In Chains - "Man In The Box" ]

I don't know how many of you all saw a movie I did...about a year or two ago; was entitled BLOW. It was the story of George Jung, the one and only. Basically, he moved to the beach, discovered cannabis, introduced cocaine to America and made $100 Mill'. Now, he’s broke, ill and in prison until 2014... Anyway, I wanted to get this role down; I wanted to do the best I could by him and his story. I went out to the prison he's fulfilling his debt to society in...or rotting in, whichever term you'd like to use. He went over his entire life, and for the two days I spent there, I learned so much. Not just about him, his life, but about me. This guy isn't any different than me or you, but he's a victim of circumstance.

If anyone went in and met George, after five minutes with that guy you'd be hard pressed to call him a criminal. I never saw him as a criminal. I'd say 75 percent of all people, given a similar opportunity, would absolutely do it. Let's say you're 18 years old. A guy from around the block says, "I got this little package here. Take it from 8th Street up to 14th for me. If you do that, I'll give you $100,000." Most people would do that. That's the kind of thing that happened to George. He was handed the ball and he ran with it. That's the kind of cockeyedness of the American Dream. It's the American Dream, it's what we're taught.

I get a lot of shit from people for putting France over; So what? I like it there....big fucking deal, you know? You can smoke there without anyone giving you shit. Hell, they encourage it. America is a great country, and I love it; But I love a lot of places in the world just the same... France IS home to me though; always will be. But right now, I'm hangin' in L.A., I've got a club I opened here years back, The Viper Room. It's pretty damn sweet, if any of you are in the area, come drop in and say 'hey'.

Anyway, getting back to things here. There's this really weird creepy thing that happened to me earlier today. First, a few days ago I saw this spider in my bathroom. I didn't really care, because I don't get scared over that stuff. The only time a spider or a snake, for that matter, freak me out is when they pop up out of no where. Well, this little guy was in my sights long enough. I went to get it, but no luck...damn thing took off. Ah well, who cares right?

So, today...I climb in my shower, and I looked around myself, the walls, everywhere. I just KNEW that thing had found its way in my shower, and was there...but it wasn't. I looked EVERYWHERE, made long story short here, I was showering up, rubbing soap down my body and my face had water running down it, so I couldn't see clearly, but once i wiped my eyes down, right THERE, was this huge fucking spider staring at me! Now, I told you, it doesn't phase me when it's already in my sights, but this thing just popped up on me, man, you know? Right THERE. Here I am, naked, with this damn spider hanging down, staring at me. What the fuck, right? I was standing there, talking to it...for real

"Oh, I KNEW you were here somewhere...crazy ass spider. SICK freak, tryin' to watch me shower like this. Gettin' a peak."

It just stared...kept on. After a minute, I just let it be, and continued, finished, and figured I'd catch it once I toweled off and all that. After I was done, I went back to get it...but it was gone..again. Sounds like a horror movie doesn't it. Man sees spider, Man tries to catch Spider, Spider gets away to freak the shit out of Man another day. I'm outta here for now, guys, got an early morning tomorrow...And not to sound like a broken record, but I just wanted to take another second to thank the people who've welcomed me here with open arms, and to the girls who did so with open legs (laughs a second) No, really; you've all been absolutely cool with me; I dig that. Peace


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Damn Thief... [06 Apr 2003|09:44pm]
[ mood | busy ]
[ music | No music...but watching that movie, The Others :) ]

I get bad heat from people for smoking... But, come on, the air pollution is causing far worse harm to the world's collective lungs than me smokin' a few ones, hmm? Tell you a sort of funny story. I was doing this interview for Inside The Actor's Studio with James Lipton, and half way through I was having a pretty nasty nicotine attack and asked if I could smoke; it was a televised interview, which aired on Bravo, so I guess he didn't know what to think of it.."Who's this guy think he is? Smoking on my world renown show?" So anyway, I got a cigarette out and reached for my lighter, and...well, if you really want to know what went down, check out part of the show's transcript below.

Depp: ..can't find my damn lighter.. I had this lighter, it was an..uhm.. well, a cigarette lighter, but it ha--..had..a..

Lipton: Yes, Johnny?

Depp: know, design.

Lipton: The lighter?

Depp: Yeah, the lighter...(looking around him, in between his legs, getting up to see if it fell out of his pockets)

Lipton: I still had some questi-

Depp: -It's just this REALLY freaky lighter, man; give me a second here...


(Johnny stops looking, laughs, shaking his head, then nodding lightly)

Depp: Uh, yeah...that's the one. You stole it?

(Johnny laughs, the crowd that always is seated during these Interviews laughs a long)

Lipton: That was the topic of discussion all day here; I believe one of the janitors backstage found it, and since then, it's taken a life of its own. I'll be sure to have them return it to you

(Both laughing)

Lipton: Just so people don't feel lost; a lighter was found back in the dressing rooms, it has a design of a penis, and now we've discovered its owner

(Depp lowers his head, still shaking off his laughter, a long with the crowd)

Well, needless to say, I never got that thing back... I think James might be putting it to a different use after the way he was looking at me. (HAHA) I just wanted to say hello again to all the cool people who took time to welcome me in WW and here. Look forward to meeting some new faces a long the way. Peace.


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About Time [04 Apr 2003|11:33pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]
[ music | "Another Saturday Night" - Cat Stevens ]

Yeah, about time I came back around, huh?

I've noticed everyone sucks at entrances here; that whole, "HEY, MY NAME IS JOHNNY!" deal... isn't very cool. This isn't even an entrance to begin with; more like a welcome back. It's been months since I've updated this damn thing. I've been knee deep with work. A friend of mine told me just last night that Tabs' were writing more BS about my life...Shit knows hollywood makes me out to be some kind of bad boy. Everyone still asks me about that time I smashed up the infamous $2,500 a night grand hotel room; did I do it? Ask me about my love life; did my wife and I split? Do we share custody of our kid? Is my hair really a wig? Do I like to take cold showers sometimes? Am I still smoking?...(takes a drag from his cigarette) all those people who ask those questions; yeah, they're all true, all facts (opening his mouth, letting the smoke cloud his face a second) ...'cept for that wig part.

I figure a lot of celebs come here to get away from the media BS that we're surrounded by constantly; to share ideas, maybe even propose roles to each other. Hey, if you got any, let me know (wink, wink) Now come on, you know I'm doing fine on my own. I actually have a film still in the works, which should be out sooner or later. More on that next time though... but until then, if you all are interested, I pasted a brief scrap of an article some guy wrote of's not bad, it's not good, it is what it is, and it's not much...I never understood critics. You see these people, they watch us in films, works of art, and these people point and they say, "That sucked... But I give Titanic Two Thumbs Up" ...Hello? Who ever gave these guys the authority to suggest their opinions were the "God All Mighty" View? As if THEY and their opinions are the only ones that matter? Everyone has an opinion, and their right to one, but come on... Anyone can sit on their fat ass and tell you something sucks, and then put over the movie that sponsers their little film critic tv show, right?

"Since he started out in A Nightmare on Elm Street 17 years ago, Depp has specialized in playing the outsider in films like Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Donnie Brasco and Sleepy Hollow. At the same time, his private life has seemed like a torrid soap opera. He has been engaged to the actresses Sherilyn Fenn, Jennifer Grey and Winona Ryder without marrying any of them. He dated model Kate Moss for several years (and will always be famous for trashing a hotel room in New York during a fight with her). And now he's become an expatriate father with French actress and pop star Vanessa Paradis.

Depp's contradictions hardly stop there. He co-owns the Viper Room in L.A. and the restaurant Man Ray in Paris, but says he never goes out. He's a high school dropout who reads voraciously. He's yet another movie actor who's been in a band, but he's actually a good musician. On-screen he's effervescent and effortless, but off-screen he's often described as skittish and uncertain. He decries the violence in America, but he himself once went after some paparazzi with a piece of lumber.

Depp's career makes his personal contradictions look mild. Perhaps because he's basically a character actor trapped in a movie star's body, his choice of roles has been mind-boggling, particularly in the last few years. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? Roman Polanski's The Ninth Gate? The Astronaut's Wife? Enough said.

On the other hand, there was Sleepy Hollow, which was not only a hoot to watch, it actually made a lot of money. And now there is Chocolat, in which he gives one of his slyest, most exceptional performances yet, as well as Before Night Falls, Julian Schnabel's highly praised film in which Depp does a cameo as a transvestite. And he's got four more films that come out this year.

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So it it Begins [31 Dec 2002|06:56pm]
[ mood | good ]
[ music | "Dream On" AeroSmith ]

I don't update too much... This goes out to anyone who will listen...and if you don't wanna? Then go read that Willy Wonka lookin' doofus' journal from incubus...

In a little over 5 hours, it will be new years here. Think about that, 5 hours and then this entire year ends…sounds sad yet exciting; the end of one year and the beginning of a new one? Ah, honestly, it never did it for me. I don't put my life into years, but days. I live each day as another chapter, another stroke of a brush, which paints the portrait of my life. A day in your life is another brick in the foundation of who you are, to who you become, and ultimately what you leave as, to another place, building upon what you had with those you loved who are there waiting too. We're all endless works of art. Maybe that's my deep side talking, or maybe it's this pot? I say if it sounds right, leave it.

Some people think I should move back to L.A. and live it up with the rest of Hollywood. Instead, I live in a nice little house far away from the life styles of the rich and famous. That's just me I guess... The people we watch on tv aren’t anymore superhuman or infallible than you or I. It’s pretty easy for us to get caught up in the cult of celebrity that the public is exposed to everyday, and to perceive people in the public eye as so totally different from those of us that don’t live our lives under the microscope, but the cold damn truth is...we 'celebrities' aren't any different than the guy who runs the 7-11 or the lady who tends to the elderly, not because she couldn't become an actress or something deemed "successful", but because she loves what she's doing.

Helping those who need it. Being there for those you love when they’re dealing with the horrible pains life brings…that’s something you will always want to give. And no matter how wretched someone’s situation is, or how much pain they’re in, you’ll see if you just give them a little love, just be there for them, you can make their pain that much less, and their day that much better. They won’t forget you.

I might be back around if I feel like it, and if not, you wouldn't forget me anyway. Be good to one another, and Happy New Day...


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---whatever [24 Oct 2002|09:49pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

You know a lot of you come here to see what I've been up to, and all that. Some of you could give a shit, but either way, I'm going to jott down whatever I feel like, and if you don't like it, then go check out Macally Culkin's Journal.

For those of you who ask me if I feel happy with my life, I'd say "...Maybe". A lot of people think because you're a Hollywood actor or you're known world-wide that your life is so much better than everyone else's. People, like I once was, are dumb... They think becoming an actor or whatever else pop culture molests kid's minds with will make them happy. Kids believe becoming these things will make their lives complete, and guess what? It won't...

You know, I live in France now, because in America, I was photographed every moment of my life. I was on the inside looking out at everyone else, while they were outside, looking in at me, at my life; like I'm some fucking zoo exhibit. I couldn't even take a piss without someone snap shotting my dick, but hey, "You're a celeb, you make millions, deal.." But before you think I'm complaining, understand I'm just telling you that there is NOTHING in life that is fully fulfilling. You will deal with good and bad things no matter what you do. It took me a while to see what was important in my life, and a lot of people still think it's about being some successful actor, and it's not...

There is a kid somewhere, he wants to be an actor too, maybe a musician, maybe an athlete. This kid loves this dream, and it will stay with him forever. They eat, sleep, and breathe this dream. They figure out one day that dreaming it isn't going to get them there, but now whatever they loved is becoming this pain. It's because of this dream they feel incomplete and unsuccessful because they can't attain it, but some will...oh yeah, some will, and then they'll grow up, and just like me, they'll see there is nothing special about it...nah, but you know, I don't expect any of you to understand. Some things in life, you HAVE to experience, you have to go through it to see how simple it really was. The grass is always greener on the other side they say, but "they" never took the time to appreciate the color of their own lawn...Life's fucked up like that I guess...but it's worth the ride


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[24 Oct 2002|05:27pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]
[ music | Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana ]

"A Day In The Life Of Depp"

Fuck you, okay? Just--
Jesus, what a week. You know, you're staying at this hotel, the Mark. It's not your regular place, but come on--you're paying twenty-two hundred goddamn dollars a night for the presidential suite, you think at least they wouldn't look at you funny every time you cross the lobby. Is that too much to ask? Every time ... especially this one guy who works there. You can just tell he doesn't like you, he doesn't like you at all. And why? Because you didn't change your jeans or wash your hair?
So it's five in the morning and a couple of million cups of coffee later, and you punch their stupid couch. So what? Technically speaking, you're Right now, you own this couch. And the lamps and the coffee table--oh, sorry, was that an antique? Bummer. But, you know, for the first time, you're really enjoying yourself here at the Mark hotel.
The next thing you know, you're in jail and all these female cops want your autograph and the papers are making up funny names to call you. You get your stuff back, and it turns out somebody wrote "Fuck you" in your Brando book. You were reading that book, man.
It's not fair. You're a nice guy. You pick up the checks, you pay the bills, you help people out. No problem. You're rich, and the gold card means you don't have to carry a wallet. You have this thing about stuff. You don't want too much of it, but some of it is nice to have, like a good red wine and a fine car and a new pair of jeans once in a while. But you're famous. They know you wherever you go. That means you gotta be careful. Every time you get a tattoo, they wanna know all about it. And the new one says, KATE FOREVER, right? They watch you, man. You stand in front of a mirror and cut all your hair, and they say it's an image change. You make one movie that tanks, doesn't matter if it's good, and they say you gotta make a hit or you're dead. It's not fair. You try to make good movies, smart ones; you find these cool directors who have something to say, and you help them say it. That's it. You read the lines and hang out in your trailer. You just wanna be an artist and make beautiful, important movies and date really good-looking women and have a nice house in the Hollywood Hills where you can stash your suitcases--you hate to unpack all the time. Who doesn't?


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Hey Hey HEYYYY [23 Oct 2002|07:54pm]
No, it's not fat Abbot, it's Johnny Depp. Just wanted to say hey to anyone who's a fan out there. I'll be coming in and posting about my daily life. All the little boring things I've been up to, including my new film Once Upon A Time In Mexico, which will be out soon. Hope to hear from a lot of you soon... alright, I'm out

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