“What do you want me to say? That the things haven't worked out the way that I planned? That I'm struggling, barely able to keep my head above water? That LA is a cold place even in the middle of the summer? That it's a lonely place even when you’re stuck in traffic on the Hollywood Freeway? That I'm no better than a screenwriter driving a cab, a starlet turning tricks, a producer in a house he can't afford? Is that what you want me to say?”