I actually live maybe 100 feet from a bar -- a place called The Broadway 5050.
Met up with cool fellow screenwriter Richard there and we talked a bit about what it's like trying to break in from the wilderness. For my non-screenwriter friends, it's generally advised to get one's sorry ass into L.A. if you want to write movies or TV.
The place has awfully good french fries -- and is completely done up as a Quentin Tarantino shrine. Pulp Fiction posters on the walls -- a Reservoir Dogs styled billboard outside -- A Big Kahuna Burger -- and even a $3.50 five dollar shake. While there Richard says how Pulp Fiction helped inspire him to start writing screenplays, shows me his Bad Motherfucker wallet, and the universe falls into place. They even had Red Stripe beer to go with my Red Stripe tee-shirt -- but not on tap.
That'd be too on the nose.
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"... and the universe falls into place." Nicely said, Steve.
The discovery of this joint was so... surreal... that I had to share it with my girlfriend tonight. I had the Marsellus Burger (bacon and cheese) and she had the Vincent Vega Burger (guacamole). The wait staff still had on their Reservoir Dogs tees. Baseball was on 3 out of 4 tubes (my favorite sport). My wallet didn't know whether to stay or go home with me - I promised we'd come back. Soon.
Rita was still twelve hours away and life was good.
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