Hollywood, or The Big Toilet Bowl: "The Last of Sheila"
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A friend of mine here in L.A. tells a story about when he first arrived in the city, intent on making his way in Hollywood as a writer. He was bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, had loved movies ever since he could remember and was full to the brim with ambition. Every time he met someone in the industry he asked for advice. Here's the piece that strikes him all these years later as being the most important, delivered by a grizzled older writer whose face carried the deep crosshatching of scars (psychic if not physical) the industry inevitably produces:
Hollywood, or The Big Toilet Bowl: "The Last of Sheila"
Hollywood, or The Big Toilet Bowl: "The Last…
Hollywood, or The Big Toilet Bowl: "The Last of Sheila"
A friend of mine here in L.A. tells a story about when he first arrived in the city, intent on making his way in Hollywood as a writer. He was bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, had loved movies ever since he could remember and was full to the brim with ambition. Every time he met someone in the industry he asked for advice. Here's the piece that strikes him all these years later as being the most important, delivered by a grizzled older writer whose face carried the deep crosshatching of scars (psychic if not physical) the industry inevitably produces: