…an aspiring screenwriter followed a dream…

the streets are braided with grated youth

And then a familiar goofy face pulled up in a white Jetta

"Get out of L.A. as fast as you can."

Zack wants to be a movie director. Way to keep it real, man.

An hour after the first rattle, I realize I'm still clenching a napkin.

On my mind — all the youngsters selling 6-figure movie scripts.

Green Day lays down the welcome mat

…there sat a film family dynasty, like a DaVinci painting

Well today she wore a pumpkin outfit…

People who combine foods on their plate, such as meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas, might be a different kind of people…

I fished this bumper sticker out of a cereal box...

You can't bang beauty...

...we have this spiritual connection.

Awoke at 3:30 a.m. with the writing bug…

Fredi’s got a Santa's list of men waiting to sleep with her…

I'm not my best coach.

Pigs are walking around L.A.

A condom packet fumbles to the floor.

North Beach has been a writer’s fantasy, but the reality is a tad sobering.

I’m not a speedy beer guzzler…

…where Long Lake laps up to a birch tree in Harrison, Maine.

I doubt this dream will ever end.

“Hey man, we all need a hit.”

…and then I saw his smiling crooked teeth

…a grizzly bear taller than all these trees transformed into 8 pumas

Coffee buddies applaud the next parker