Internal monologue of a man looking like the million bucks he'll never see-
"I'm strolling down Beverly, Dre beats pumpin' SHM. Ed Hardy hat pulled low over my bangs. Sweat pants tucked into my Uniqlo boots, damn it feels good to be a gansta.
I'm hungry, but miles away from the nearest juice bar. It's February so I'm shit out of luck. I must admit, this cleanse has done amazing things for my abs. Is that Lohan? Why is she digging through that trash can? False alarm.
Coffeee, coffeee, coffeeee! Boom and there is a spot on the patio available, things are rollin'! Skinny vanilla latte is abouts to gets drunk. My schedule just cleared up for the afternoon.
I am literally following the exact career path of Orlando Bloom at this point in his career. I am a lot more versatile though. I wonder if he goes to Hemmingway's too?
I'm pretty sure I nailed my most recent audition. No extra has ever prepared so thoroughly for a role. The City of Angel's is my playground and I am the king of the jungle gym.
Look at this idiot in the Mellow Johnny's shirt..."
