hahahahaha....
ya crack me up liz...
yes l.a. is the home of false promises...
those of us who grew up around the hollywood scene, we have hearts covered in scar tissue and riveted plates from all the repairs...
if someone hates ya in l.a., they promise ya the world, and then never call back...
i like to illustrate the difference between nyc and l.a. when people ask about where i\'m from...
in nyc, if people got a gripe, they let ya know, right to your face...\"hey, you\'re a douchebag\"...
in l.a., it\'s \"hey my friend, i have a job for ya...here\'s my card, give me a call,we\'ll do lunch\"...then they string ya along for 6 months before askin\' why the hell you\'re callin\'...
that\'s why i cracked up when my cousin sent me this e-mail...it\'s like real life for us...of course, it\'s even funnier to me, \'cause my cousin got stabbed in the ass by his ex-wife while he was sleepin\' on the couch...
literally, woke up from a dead sleep with a kitchen knife in his ass cheek... hahahaha...
a guy can\'t win...
cheers
jah