Three Minutes In Hollywood
The action never stops.
1:12 am- Two guys run full speed toward my car. One tosses a bag to the curb as they keep running.
I’m guessing they weren’t getting a jump on the next Olympic trials.
1:15 am- I have to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting Ron Jeremy who darted in front of my car. I know he doesn’t look like he can dart but I assure you, he darted. The funniest thing to me is that even in the dark I knew it was him before I ever saw his face. He’s certainly got his own inimitable style. This of course got me thinking about the inevitable headlines had I actually struck and killed the beloved Mr. Jeremy:
“Comedian Brings Ron Jeremy’s Life To A Head”
“Driver Doesn’t See Dick Run”
“Woman Whacks The Hedgehog…For The Last Time”
“Poker Pro Offs Pro Poker”
“Porn Star Reaches His Climax After One Final Blow”
That would happen to you.
Was Peter Fonda there too?
I only run into Peter Fonda in elevators.