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Story 1:
I was driving down Van Nuys Blvd. late one night (10 or 11PM) and I looked over at the car to my left at a stop light. There were two teenage boys in it, and I could see that the passenger had a wrist rocket (sling shot). He was looking around, and the two were definitely up to some mayhem. I drove about another two blocks when I saw a police officer leaning against his motorcycle outside a diner. I pulled in and told the officer that I had spotted the two boys with the weapon, and he said "You should call the police." It was then that I noticed that I was on a Hollywood set, and the guy I was talking to was playing a cop in a commercial for the diner.
Story 2:
A former friend had one close relative who lived in town - total Hollywood type who used to work for one of the major agencies. She told me that this relative knew some of the biggies, and was a "personal friend" of one Leading Man that I had mentioned would be perfect for a script I was re-writing. Since he was looking to branch off on his own and start up a small agency/production company, I should meet with him and give him my script. I was deceived by the former success of both of these people, and agreed to the meeting. What could it hurt?
Well, it didn't "hurt" any more than any other exercise in time wasting. She turned out to be not so great of a judge of character, and he turned out to be just another idiot who could've done something with his life, but didn't. His relationship with Leading Man ended when he stopped working for the actor's agent, and Leading Man wouldn't know this guy if he called, wrote, appeared or jumped off a bridge and landed in the passenger's seat of his convertible. The guy did nothing with my script, and, as far as I know, has done nothing at all except continue to talk a mediocre game.
Nothing in Hollywood is as it appears, people. One friend said something that really stuck in my brain: "If it was that easy, everyone would do it."
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