Stories tagged “hollywood”
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Two Lonely People
The office was full of pictures of a short, bald man standing next to his victims- mostly dead deer. I had passed other rooms on my way to this one, and their walls were covered with pictures of family and smiling patients. I know everyone in Hollywood...
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Hollywood's Full of Girls Like You
You remember her when you least expect it. She’s a flash of pure white in your mind, like the scarf she wore around her waist, and the scent of the mangoes she was oh-so fond of. You remember how they tasted on her breath when she’d shoved ...
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Life's Not Fair
“Last time I went deer hunting I almost shot myself in the foot!! This is completely insane!!” An awkward silence follows my sisters outburst. She wasn’t very happy about our father’s summer vacation plan. “Why can’t...
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An Intercepted Letter
I think I have seen about a dozen psychiatrists since I moved here. Hollywood is a mean place. You’ve got insane paparazzi chasing stars through red lights, nearly hitting pedestrians, and making my life a hell of a lot harder. My medications don...
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Ginger Goes to Hollywood
“Okay, here’s the idea.” It was obvious to Dan that Robinson was planning once again to attempt to pitch him a lame concept. That’s all Robinson ever had. But Dan always appreciated his enthusiasm, and so he let him get it out o...
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Inspiration Doesn't Come Easily
Dan tossed another crumpled sheet of note paper into the wastebasket. “This is getting us nowhere,” he said, exasperation in his voice. “None of these ideas are any good.” Ginger sat on a small pad of Post-It notes, her chin res...
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When We Were Brothers II
The first thing I did after my brother finished telling the story of the actress who has sex with her Oscar was order another beer. It was really best not to react to Eric’s I-work-in-Hollywood stories. Anything more than a faint nodding interest cou...
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When We Were Brothers
I saw my chance to derail the Hollywood routine. “Wow big brother, that’s gotta be some sort of long distance record for you.” This was a strategic comment. Like all mid-level gofers who pony through the studio hallways, Eric carried around bucke...