Be still my emoji.
There's nothing sadder than a pawn shop in Hollywood.
I saw her one night at a reception, a glass of wine in her hand . . . (* painting by Fabian Perez Lettizia)
“Would you do it? If you could?” “What?” I respond, aware of what she’s asking, but biding my time wondering if I should tell her the answer. “Time travel,” ...
“Can I bum a smoke?” This is how we meet — her asking this favor, not because she’s cheap or lazy, but because, like so many, she’s not willing to commit to ...
A screenwriting instructor I studied with here in LA often pontificates, ‘you won’t succeed in Hollywood until your best friend fails.’ I recall sitting in h...