Bad Reception in the Canyon, Can't Hear You!

THM would like to announce his complete and total transition into a cookie cutter Hollywood stereotype.

I get up at 9 in the morning, I surf the web and eat breakfast for an hour. Then, I head to a log cabin (I am not making this up) in Laurel Canyon where I am writing marketing copy for European movie trailers.

Again, to repeat: I am commuting to a log cabin containing nothing but the crisp, oaky smell of trees and a yellow legal pad.

Now just to make this all correct for the books, I will snort large mountains of coke in said log cabin and get drinks at the Roosevelt Hotel, afterwards. Then, I will start getting my hair cut by an $800 per day stylist. Oops, I forgot. I’m already on the case with that last one.