Found him yelling at the cars parked outside of Tommy Burger in Woodland Hills, took him to the public access station, greased some palms with my usual gift bags of ground up pills that look vaguely like cocaine, and a star was born! Now we're on the road sleeping in the hallways of motels across America, chasing the flea-bitten American dream.
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