2:30 pm, Warner Brothers Studio. I was sitting in the sofa waiting for the director's assistant to come out of the office. To my right is a Russian porn actress in an ultra mini skirt with no underwear, talking on the cellphone while smacking gum between her lipstick stained teeth. To my left is a fatso with a child molester mustache, breathing heavy while his folded arms are resting on his beer gut. I was called in for a possible bit part in the TV show "ER". I thought the show was not on anymore.
As I was walking back to my car I ran into a group of visitors on a guided tour. They looked at me like "Wait, is he...no that's not him" I wonder who I reminded them of? Having spent so much time in San Francisco past few weeks, it seems strange to find myself back in LA.
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