Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
What a rollercoaster ride this has been! The way my mood has been today I could be suffering from MANIC DEPRESSION.
After we left the restaurant Brody took me to see a mechanic friend of his. He insisted on fronting the money for me to get this sweet little Honda Accord. Brody said he was doing it so he would not have to tote me all over town, but I suspect he did it to try to boost my spirits after I lost my cool with the asshole at Carl Jr. Regardless of what his motives were, it did boost my spirits. We sat around drinking beer and shooting the bull and I just did not give a shit about that guy anymore. Besides I am certain he will think of me often while that arm heals.
So, as if the new ride was not enough...we get back to Brody's place and....a message from Gigi...I HAVE A PART in a MOVIE! One day in LA and I HAVE A PART. Okay...I am just playing a Zombie in some dumb cheapo movie. But I get to grunt on screen and get to be the Zombie leader or something. Whatever, I get to work for a few weeks. I guess I am now officially Jack Fallon.
Brody and I have been celebrating with cheap vodka. We finished off the whole bottle, so he has gone out to get another. What a life...cars, movies, booze.
Hollywood's version of Wine, Women and Song.
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