Saturday

Base 10

I came to Los Angeles in March 1998 with the burning desire to become a jaded, miserable starfucker with no individual identity whatsoever. Sadly, I failed.

While I wanted to write a lengthy piece about the personal significance of ten years in Hollywood, the only things going through my head right now are:

"Fuck, I HATE being sick. Fuck. FUCK."

-and-

"I have gas. Fuck."

So if you're near some alcohol, drink a shot for me, and open a window.