Dark night of the soul

Months into unemployment and I got nothing. No leads of substance. Sure, I took the meeting with the guy from Russia who has married into wealth. He’s kitted out an office space with sweet-ass furniture and a hot receptionist. He […]


Does Hollywood have a soul?

So I am sweating rivers in the dark of the southern night.  The mosquitoes are swarming maliciously.  I have slathered enough DEET-ridden bug spray all over me to, well, let’s just say at that moment I could legitimately have been […]