Hooray for Hollywood!

The other day, I was walking down Hollywood Blvd to my class when a British gentleman, looking confused, stopped me.

“Excuse me,” he asked. “Are you from here?”

“Yes,” I replied warily. I hate talking to strangers in Hollywood as most of them are wacked out of their gourds.

He continued, “Is there a fancy part of the Walk of Fame, or is it all like… this?” he asked, gesturing to the grungy, litter-strewn sidewalk.

I felt a swell of pity. He came to Hollywood, land of movie stars, only to find a Walk of Fame that was more like a Walk of Homeless Dude’s Urine.

I shook my head. “It’s all like this,” I said. Then we held each other, weeping.

Probably Some Guy's Toilet

Probably Some Guy's Toilet

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