"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009


Lola’s face registered a shock that could have understandably been mistaken for a tremor of amazement, but looked more like envy, diluted with 100 proof disbelief. “You mean you drive people around, people from the studio, and get paid for it?”

Richard smiled the smile of a man who just laid down a full house and was about to sweep-up all the chips from the table. “Yeah, just yesterday I drove a guy from Warner Brothers up to his house, just off Mulholland. I dropped him off about noon, which seems pretty early for an executive—even a movie executive--- to go home from the office, don’t you think? It was a beautiful day—a little windy so the smog was blown back toward the San Gabriel Mountains---and I decided I’d drive back into town, all the way along Mulholland.

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