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Two weeks later and I am still waiting for my frigin meeting. That’s the thing about LA, it can take forever to meet with anybody unless you are somebody.
I could be somebody, whatever the hell that means. You should see the lights go on in the eyes of strangers, when I tell them that I have a $20 Million dollar film funded 100%; the illusion of success lights a fake friendly fire in the eyes of the most ambitious souls.
If greed is good and fame will satisfy you; then where are the good and greedy influential souls in LA? Probably on the front cover of variety but they aren’t walking with the grime on the pavements of Hollywood Boulevard.
Therein lies the broken illusion of Hollywood, the homeless line the streets, and the rich and famous are barely spotted, as they avoid the sparse concrete lair that has become the home to so many failed dreams.
P:S: This is the fourth in a series of blogs chronicling my adventures in Los Angeles over the last 3 years. See “How the F@*k Did I Get Here” to begin the adventure.
