
The parking attendant is a friendly, mature gentleman in his forties. That’s old in Hollywood. He greets clients with unsettling geniality. Is he really that happy or is he an actor? He probably earns about three dollars an hour. Visibly indignant, he refuses a tip. So he is an actor after all. From the parking lot into paradise lost. Who needs nature when they can have something like this – loud Hawaii shirts. Fake palm trees. Continue »
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