You wake up and suddenly your back in your home town. The sky smells familiar and your recognize the sound of your neighbor ed's rusty lawnmower trimming the already trim grass.
the last 30 years of wheeling and dealing. The alcohol, the nightclubs, the 101 the PCH, the hills, the drugs, the stars, the billboards, rodeo, Venice, the smog, sunset, La. it had all been a dream. None of it, not one single failure or succession had been real, 30 years conjured up in your mind, manifested by you.
and here you are back at home base, no scars, no damage. just ed and his mower.
I offer this sineraio to all of those in hollywood that came in search of fame. i sit back and wonder, how many of the 9 million dreamers would jump at the possiblity to get their normal life back. becuase make no mistake about it, to live in LA is to not live a noraml life.
