When I get back to my modest West Hollywood apartment, Hadley is waiting for me. "How'd you get here so fast?" I ask. "The magic of Hollywood, Chris."
From Movieline magazine circa 1995
Dorian
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At this point, I look up at Shreve. "I can't go on. Can we take a break?" Shreve pours more scotch. "That's fine, Chris--if a tad melodramatic. But you haven't answered the question: why do you hate Hollywood?" I reach for the scotch. "I don't hate Hollywood," I say quickly. "I don't hate it." Suddenly I feel dizzy. I go to the window. I can't feel my heartbeat. The sun off the swimming pool is blinding. "I don't hate it," I think. "I don't! I don't hate it! I don't hate it!" When I get back to my modest West Hollywood apartment, Hadley is waiting for me. "How'd you get here so fast?" I ask. "The magic of Hollywood, Chris." |