He shook his head and his mop of brown hair flew back and he
snapped his fingers and his posse followed him to the opposite side of the
room. I waved at them as they sat down before the long wooden table. They
pretended not to see me but I know I was pissing them off. Better pissed off
than pissed on I always said. As I sat down and started to leaf through the
notes I had made for the screenplay whose writer was going to have a meet and
greet with me. Said writer and the big wig that had made the decision for us to
meet walked into the room.
The...
