Photo: Parade of Delusion

Los Angeles, America. Everyone is killing themselves slowly with liquor and sunshine, marching in a parade of delusion that is endless and captivating. Life here is relaxed and precarious, like the whole thing could float off into the Pacific Ocean at any moment and everyone would still be comforting each other with the same conversation. "I'm not doing much, but I have a few projects started, stuff I'm working on." One major studio is interested. I'll need a Creative Director. We'll talk. Next week is better. Next week is perfect. Wait, what's today? Perfect.