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How I Got Paid To Rub Elbows With Celebrities (And How You Can Too)

Written by Devtome wiki contributor: Bomac

In another Devtome wiki post, I talked about a couple jobs you can have where you can get paid to get things done pertaining to your life, including some serious personal development.

Technically, you get paid for simply showing up on the job site. Most of the time you are there, you are able to focus on your own stuff, so you are, in effect, being paid to learn a new language, take a home study course, listen to a book on digital audio, etc.

Not Exactly Prestigious Jobs

Those jobs are not high paying positions. They also tend to not exactly make you the envy of most people who see you in action. So, if you are hoping for good money or prestige from your job, these positions will not get you what you're looking for.

They are:

  • Sign Holder (Outside a business, so they can get customers from the traffic that flows by), and
  • Security Guard (On the graveyard shift where there is virtually nothing to do.)

If you would like to have a very basic income, but from a job that allows you to get a lot of things done in your life, then you may want to give one of them a try. You can read more about it here.


However, in this entry, although I'll be discussing working as a security guard, it won't be about any of those midnight shift jobs where you are all by yourself, left to pass the time, pretty much any way you please. Instead, these experiences are fun times I got to have as a very young man, working as a security guard, in and around the world of television and movie production in Hollywood, California, USA.

At the time, the great preponderance of TV & movie production was in the thirty mile zone (aka TMZ1)), but now, to save money, productions are happening all over the place as different states and provinces offer tax incentives to attract production to their areas. Hence, you may be able to get in on some of the entertainer elbow rubbing action even if you don't live on the Los Angeles area. If you are interested in being around TV or movie productions and collect a paycheck at the same time, it's an experience you just might enjoy.

Not Beyonce's Body Guard


This isn't high level, personal body guard security. It's entry level, Barney Fife kind of stuff. If I were to try to recreate the experience today, I would research the various contract security companies in Los Angeles and find out which ones were sometimes hired by studios & production companies to supply extra guards for special events and productions.

Most big studios have in-house security, but there are a lot of independent, smaller productions that use contract security companies. Plus, sometimes the larger studios will hire contract guards as needed, for special events and productions.

How To Research


My research would start with the Internet with a search for, “security companies in Los Angeles.” Then I'd simply pick up the phone and call some companies and ask if they are accepting applications. At this point, I'd ask if they ever do work with TV, movie or concert productions. Some may be tight lipped, but I would think many people would willingly tell about various gigs their company has been contracted for.

I would also look for people in security uniforms as I was out and about, and then just ask them about their experience. Some may know the best companies for that kind of client, even if their company doesn't have any.

Going The In-House Route


It is going to be far easier to get hired on at a contract company than at a studio that provides their own security. It doesn't hurt to put in applications, if that is what you prefer. The pay will be better and the access to entertainment production will be greater, overall, in most instances. However, the odds of getting hired will be much tougher, and it would likely take a lot longer, if it ever did happen.

You should be careful not to let on that you like the idea of rubbing elbows with entertainers when you are applying for an in-house position. You can probably get away with that at a contract security company.

In fact, in order to get the gigs you are looking for from a contract company, you probably will have to tell them that you like the idea of working behind the scene in an entertainment setting. This will let them know not to give you a permanent position in an office building or something.

You can tell them, up front, that for now, you aren't looking for a permanent position. Say you like filling in, in various places, but that you'd probably be interested in a permanent gig with a client that is a studio of some kind.

Of course, you're going to have to take gigs that aren't what you want in order to be around when the kind of jobs you want, do come in. Remember, if you take a permanent post somewhere, you can pretty much kiss goodbye, the idea of getting studio work. They don't want to take someone off a permanent post who has proven they are good there (especially if the clients have expressed their satisfaction with her), because the next person they get to replace her, may not be so good. Therefore, tell them that for the time being, you want to be used as an on-call, fill-in, non permanent guard.

One Hand Washes The Other


Be willing to take some gigs you would rather not. The reason for this is to show you are a team player, which should naturally lead to the supervisors feeling grateful to you, and giving you the kind of jobs you want when they get them.

By far, the best way to ingratiate yourself with supervisors is to say yes when they phone you, panicking about their need to fill a post where the guard did not show up. The sooner you can get there, the better. It may be the last thing you want to do at that particular spur of the moment in such a rush, but if you just woman or man up and commit to saving your supervisor's butt, once you get to the post, you usually will feel better, knowing that you'll have money coming in, and that you're saving up some metaphorical green stamps, you'll later be able to turn it to get some entertainment type gigs.

Keep notes of which supervisors' butts you've saved, and don't be afraid to remind them about how you've come through for them, especially when you get wind they have some production type jobs. Tell them you take the shit posts so you can get the good ones.

Seriously, do not hesitate to jog your supervisor's memory as to what you've done for her lately. Of course, when she comes through for you, it's important to be gracious and convey your appreciation.

I'm not saying you need to get her a pizza gift card, or send her a written thank you note in the snail mail. Just thank her, and mean it when you say it.

Research The Requirements


Of course, you have to get hired before any of this can happen. It all starts with the research.

In the phase, you will find out the current requirements to get your guard license in the state or province you are in. There is usually a matter of a criminal background check & finger printing as well as a course and a test. Needless to say, some fees are involved. It's probably not too bad, overall.

When you are speaking to guards you run into as you are researching the scene, you can get some advice as to the best way to go to fulfill the obligations. For instance, presently, in California, at this writing, an 8 hour course is required to be hired, and once hired, there are 32 more hours of courses to be completed within the first 6 months.

Some people say you should get all 40 hours of the training out of the way completely, thus making you more employable. Others say, to get the mandatory 8 and then the first (of two) 16 hour course done before applying for work.

Talk to a number of guards from different companies and you should get some excellent information to guide you.



Then it will be a matter of persistence. I just found someone online who says once you have the training and the license, spending no more than $200, at this time, jobs are readily available. Of course, the persistence will come in your quest to find the type of jobs you are hoping for. Good luck, and now go for the gusto.

The rest of this entry is a recollection of mostly security guard job related experiences I recall from back in the day.

A Trip Down Memory Lane Circa late 1970s


A Long Way From Miami For Being Just Out Of High School

I had gone out to Hollywood in the late 70s. Driving almost 3,000 miles (Miami to Los Angeles) in 50 hours, non stop, three teenage guys had the times of our lives. One of my two friends, I had teamed up with to write a, “spec script,” for a TV show.2) My friend and I were convinced our script was so good, the producers were going to buy it from us, on the spot.3)

1roadtrip.jpg A few days before we were scheduled to drive back, after finding out nobody was going to even read our script – let alone, buy it – I ran into a fledgling actor in a restaurant who was speaking fairly loudly about some acting job he had done. Uncharacteristic to my introverted tendencies, I struck up a conversation with him.

Your Life Can Change From A Chance Conversation

Little did I know that my life was going to change as a direct result of having that conversation. He encouraged me to go after my dream of being a TV writer. When I told him I was scheduled to go home, since I was only out there for a two week vacation, he told me I'd be crazy to let the opportunity go. He said I could stay at his place until I got a survival type job and a place of my own. If it weren't for him, I'd of gone home and would not have had the amazing amount of great experiences I ended up having in the next several years in California. I actually got to write for the producer I had targeted… (but that's a story for another conversation.)

Lost Contact With The Person Who Made My Life Direction Change Possible

The guy was kind enough to let me crash on his couch for 3 weeks before I secured employment and found an apartment that was literally fifty feet away from the movie studio where “my” TV mogul worked. I think he stopped by for one visit a few weeks later. After that, we never kept in touch. I always find it so interesting how sometimes we meet people who play a huge role in our lives in some form or another and then lose touch with them. It's like our paths were supposed to intersect at that space in that time.

There's actually a lot of evidence to more than suggest that these encounters are anything but chance. In fact, the evidence indicates that we've had many different encounters with some of these same souls in the persona of other people in other lifetimes.

Persistence Pays Off


It took 2 years to get on staff at one of his TV shows. I was first hired as a gofer (production assistant) on one show, and then the next year, I was made an apprentice writer on another show. The job was like an uncredited story editor. I worked with all the writers and the show runner (producer).

In fact, I wrote two episodes of my own, that got the, written by, credit at the start of the episodes, and I still get tiny residual checks a number of times a year, three decades plus later. What a hoot!

You can probably guess that the favorite job I had before getting hired as a production assistant, was as a security guard. What was especially fun was not having a permanent post.

You never knew where you would go from one week to the next, or even one day to the next.

Did I Ever Tell You About The Time I Worked With Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi And A Movie Director I Like To Call Steven Spielberg?


It's funny how you can tell the truth, but not exactly be telling the truth. Technically, I guess it's true, in a way, to say that Spielberg, Ackroyd, Belushi and Bomac (me), worked together on a movie, but that is really stretching things.

In actuality, I was working for a security company for barely more than minimum wage, and I got placed for one night on the back lot of a movie studio for an exterior shot for a movie that has since been called the only Spielberg flop. The movie was, 1941. It actually wasn't a flop, because it made millions of dollars, but it wasn't the commercial success people were thinking it was going to be, and it certainly wasn't critically acclaimed.

Sneaky Dude

At the time I got this one night gig on that movie set, I had been sneaking into a different movie studio. It was the one where the TV show I wanted to work as a writer for was filmed. I had been sneaking into the studio, multiple times weekly, for several months.

I had the biggest crush on one of the stars of the TV show that I had written the spec script for. It was amazing to get to see the actors rehearse. I had made, not so much, friends, with some of the writers, but I guess you could say, friendly acquaintanceships with them. Security would see me talking with them, and they figured I worked there, so they left me alone.

You Never Know Who You're Going To Cross Paths With


My job that night was simply to be there and be seen. I guess they were fulfilling a regulation for having a certain number of uniformed guards on the set, verses the number of cast and crew members. My only job was to be there, be seen, and stay out of the shot. Heh.

I didn't even have to stay in one place. I could move around almost anywhere on that large outdoor set. It was great. At one point, I saw Dan Aykroyd had come out to watch some of the action. I tried to nonchalantly sidle up to him as if I was only interested in getting the same vantage point he had, but he knew exactly what I was doing.

I was to his right. If he had put his right hand on his hip and I had put my left hand on my hip, we'd pretty much would have been literally rubbing elbows. Yeah, I was pretty damn close to him. I can only imagine how thrilled he must have been.

Within a couple minutes, while the two of us were looking at the tank being driven down the road, without even looking at me he said, “So how do you like your job? Seems like it would be pretty cool.” I said, “Yeah, on nights like this, it is.”

I figured at that point he was going to walk away, which would have been really classy. After all, I invaded his space. He didn't want to just walk away without acknowledging my desire to speak with him or be near him, so he took the initiative to break the ice. Walking away to get his space back after bending over backwards to be such an empathetic soul would have been sweet.

Guess What?


He stayed there with me for several minutes. Just me and the man, Dan. We just watched. I didn't bother him (at least, any more than I had already done so by being next to him.) I didn't ask for an autograph. I didn't tell him how talented or funny he is, as if he needed me to clarify that.

It was just very comfortable, standing there in silence, watching Spielberg do his thing. It's the way you are supposed to act. You know? I mean, let's say you are at an NBA basketball game and a celebrity sits next to you.

Do you think she wants you talking to her the whole game. She probably would appreciate not speaking to you at all, but would suffice with an exchange of a few seconds. She surely doesn't want you looking at her, instead of the action on the court.

Even though I know how to act around celebrities, I certainly didn't always leave them alone. The truth is, if I had a cassette recorder with me that night, I'm sure I'd of asked Dan for an “audiograph” for my friend Gina Mullins, from Utah. (Keep reading to learn what an audiograph is.)

I Couldn't Believe What Happened Next


The next thing I know, I notice Aykroyd is speaking to someone who kind of sidled up to his left side, the way I had sidled up to his right side. It was my mad crush, the TV star. I mean, it was like I wished for her, and a genie in a bottle brought her to me. Even though I had seen her film several episodes of her very funny show and had seen her rehearsing countless times, I never had met her and kept wishing I could find a way to do it without being an imposition. It's just amazing how life works sometimes. Isn't it?

I could hear some of their conversation. She asked about Saturday Night Live. Aykroyd joked that Loren (Michaels, the SNL producer) was upset that he could no longer chain him and John to their desks, writing material for the show.

Zig Zag


Then she whispered something to him that I couldn't hear. I heard Aykroyd's response, though. “You got papers?” he asked. “Yeah, in my car,” she responded. “I'll be right back.”

In a minute or two, the TV star returned. She and Dan went to the trailer where John Belushi was. You can figure out what they did in the trailer. (A few years later, that moment served as inspiration for me when I was trying to figure out what little gift I could give to her that I knew she would appreciate… But, I'm getting ahead of myself.)

My One And Only Belushi Sighting


I suppose I should be more specific. When I say, my one and only Belushi sighting, I mean John Belushi. I had one other Belushi sighting not too much longer after that. I was coming back from a new wave dance club on Hollywood Blvd, on foot, when Jim Belushi came up to me and asked where he could get a deck of cards.

Anyway, I did briefly get to see John Belushi that night. I didn't have the opportunity to meet him, but if I had known he'd be dead in a few years, I might have pushed things and made a nuisance of myself to get to talk to him.4)

After a shot was filmed of a tank driving down a street, Belushi came out of the trailer and said he wished someone had told him they were filming, because since he was playing the part of the tank driver, he would have appreciated seeing the manner in which the tank was driven. He wasn't mad or anything, He just stated his disappointment and then went back into the trailer.

My Dream Came True That Night


I actually got to meet the actress that night. It was a moment I had longed for, for a few years. I just happened to be nearby when she was leaving for the night.5) I asked if I could walk her to her car. Being in uniform came in handy.

She agreed and I got to converse with her for a few minutes. I can not even tell you how ecstatic I was I feeling over my good fortune that night. Two big deals happened to me. I had already been quite stoked by getting to meet the genius, Aykroyd, but to top the night off by walking the TV star to her car, who I had this mad crush on… Wow. I was floating on air for weeks.6)

What I Got To Tell My TV Star Crush


I'm happy to report I didn't do anything awkward or make the actress feel weirded out by me. (Or if I did, she did a great job of hiding it, but I'm pretty sure I was socially kosher.) I told her that her brother, the show's co-creator was kind enough to let me give him spec scripts to her show and that I was hoping to be hired, but not to worry, since I wasn't trying to get her to read anything. She chuckled. I let her know that I was a huge fan of hers and the show and that I had wanted to meet her for years, and it was quite an honor to be speaking with her.

She was very sweet and gracious. She wished me luck with my quest to get hired by her brother, and she confirmed that I picked the right guy, because he loves to hire young writers.7)

[These next couple scenes are a bit off topic and will be dealt with again in the other piece I'll be writing about this era in my life. For some reason I can't help but include them here. What qualifies them as off topic is that they are no longer about me working security.]

That moment alone with her, walking her to her car, would be one of two times I got an audience with her alone. The second time would be a couple or 3 years later when I was an apprentice writer on another of her brother's shows. She had remembered our little talk and walk on the 1941 set and she knew I had been hired.

I asked if she could give me a few minutes at her convenience and she said to meet her in her dressing room in 20 minutes. I went back stage and knocked, and she let me in. She had a jig saw puzzle of herself that were sold in stores across the country, hanging on the wall. I told her, I had that same puzzle hanging on my wall. I didn't tell her I had about 50 other pictures of her on the wall, though.

I told her that for a few years, watching her on TV, I had been drawn to her in a way I couldn't explain, and that I found out I was far from alone on the matter. I said that I had gotten to know one of her supporting actors on the show, and that he had told me that no matter where he would travel in the United States, guys would come up to him and say how attracted they were to her.

He said that she is the Farrah Fawcett of the proletariat, (the blue collar worker.) Farrah Fawcett had been all the rage – an incredible pop culture phenomenon just a few years earlier, so that was quite a statement.

She smiled and said, “Yeah, he tells me that all the time. He's crazy.”

At the time, I definitely expected our meeting to be one and done. She was incredibly gracious to give me some of her time and it didn't even cross my mind to see if there might be an actual friendship in our future.

I had just come to grips with the reality of reincarnation, but I don't think I considered the possibility that the reason I was so incredibly drawn to her was from having loved her in different time and place. Now, with all the research (mainly reading books and watching documentaries) that I've done on the topic, I think it's actually probable.

Seriously, I would be surprised if I were to undergo past life regression and find out that we had no previous connections. As I understand it, almost any time you initially see someone and they make a crazy impression on you for no explicable reason, there is probably a past life connection.

Now, if that is true, then chances are there is a connection. If there is a connection from one life to another, then it is not beyond the realm of possibility that the potential for a real friendship was there, if I had been willing to pursue it. Although, perhaps it wasn't in the cards, because a year or two after that, when I knew she would be directing movies in her future, I gave her a letter asking her to keep me in mind as a production assistant. Nothing came of it.

Anyway, I'm happy to say that I ended our talk after a few minutes without the need for her to either hint that I should leave, or outright tell me I needed to scram already. I'm not even sure if I asked for a hug or if she just was sweet enough to give me a pity hug of her own volition, but as I was saying goodbye, she gave me more than a little piece of heaven when she pressed herself against me and gave me a killer bear hug and did not let go for quite a while. It was incredibly generous.

I felt like I could have walked home, which was just down the block, laid down, and died in a state of ecstasy, with the feeling that my life had been completed. Just a few years prior to that time, when I was a teen, living thousands of miles away, watching her on the tube with my heart going pitter patter – if someone would have told me that within a handful of years I'd have a meeting in her backstage dressing room that would end with a prolonged bear hug, I'd of laughed in their face and asked them what they were smoking.

Speaking Of Smoking


If you recall the story of her and Dan Aykroyd, and what she went to her car to retrieve – that became the inspiration for a gift I would lay on her, a few years later. It happened probably several months after our meeting in her dressing room. I was walking to the sound stage where the show I worked on was going to be have a writer's run through. She was walking out of the sound stage right next to it where her show is filmed.

We exchanged hellos and I told her I had something for her. It was a plastic case that had a clear top so you could see what was in it. There was a small, pretty porcelain pipe I had purchased at a head shop, and two dime bags of sweet green bud I had procured from a friend in my apartment building, El Marathon.8) She looked at me and smiled and said thank you with her eyes, as she took it from me. I'd of never done that if I had hadn't been there that night on the set of 1941.

Not Sure Why I Wasn't Spellbound By Spielberg


Interestingly, even though I had fantasies of being a movie director, I was not star struck getting to see Spielberg in action. It's true that it was before Raiders as well as ET, but it was after Jaws and also after Close Encounters. He had already established himself as a sensation.

I did pay attention to him when “my” TV star was talking to him, especially when she was leaving. Seems like she was friends with everyone, including Spielberg's girlfriend and future ex-wife, actress Amy Irving, who was also on the set.

Spielberg and the TV star had a bit of a tiff. I can't recall what words were said, but they both got some shots in it. I remember Spielberg looking at Irving as she was walking away, and they exchanged some words along the lines of, “What's her problem?”

TV Verses Movies


I remember being impressed that she not only knew Spielberg, but she knew him so well to be arguing with him, in public no less. It was a few years after that when I learned that Spielberg had visited her on the set of her show one day when they filmed the show, and his mind was boggled. It was my show runner (who had co-created the TV show that actress starred in), who told me the story. He said Spielberg was blown away by how much work gets done is such a short space of time in television productions.

There is no doubt that TV is an excellent training ground for movies. You are basically making a mini movie every week. Everything is done at an accelerated pace. If you can get good in TV production, movie production can seem almost like a vacation. It certainly has served Ron Howard well.

The Price Is Right


Another fun memory was being backstage on The Price Is Right. It was the same stage that had just finished up as the home for The Carol Burnett Show. I was basically stationed by the mirrors the models were glued to every second they were not on camera. I just kept wondering how they could possibly think they needed to constantly come back to check on themselves every few minutes. After all, it doesn't get any better than perfect.

Bionic Beauty

Another one day gig I had was at a desk in the halls where the ABC television executives worked. The complex was called, the ABC Entertainment Center. That was a memorable day for me because Lindsay Wagner, less than a year after her show, The Bionic Woman, had been cancelled, suddenly appeared next to my desk, as she was waiting for the elevators.

Talk about a good looking human being… Woweekazowee. As attractive as she was on TV, she was even more beautiful in person. To give you an idea of how good she looked in the late 1970s, I decided to post a photo of how she looks now. The image below, on the left is the most recent one that I can verify a time frame for; June 2012. She was 63. Juxtaposed on the right, is a picture taken probably several years before my elbow came anywhere near her elbow.

She's written books on vegetarian cooking as well as how to keep your face looking young without needing to get botox or go under the knife. The secret is acupressure.

The Day I Almost Asked A TV Star To Marry Me

The wall was floor to ceiling, one big mirror. Even the elevator door exteriors were mirrored. She checked herself out, running her hand over her hair. I told her she was beautiful. I'm sure it was a moment she never forgot, to this day. Hey, I haven't forgotten it, so I have to think it was a two way street. Heh. Actually, as I think back, I imagine she might have thrown up in her mouth just a bit. However she was sweet. She looked me in the eyes, via the mirror, gave me a nice smile and said, “Thanks.” She got in the elevator before I had a chance to ask for her hand in matrimony and figure out when our families could get together to discuss the dowry.

Same Play But On The Other Side


Another one day job I enjoyed was at the Los Angeles Coliseum. The L.A. Rams were playing the San Fransisco 49ers. I actually got stationed in the assistant coaches booth, standing right behind them.

O.J. Simpson was in the twilight of his career. He had left the Buffalo Bills and was playing for the 'Niners. They were in the red zone, (near the goal line), and OJ had picked up several yard running around the left side.

The coaches got excited and called down the next play. I couldn't believe it. They sounded just like me and my friends playing on the street. “Same play, same play,” the offensive coordinator said into his headset.

When OJ picked up the first down, they were excited, and said, “Same play.” He picked up several more yards. Then they said, “Same play, except on the other side this time. Let's just do this for the whole game until they can show us they can stop him.”

I got such a kick out of that. I was only in the booth for a few minutes before they complained about my flatulence. Just kidding, but I was quickly pulled out of there by my supervisor and placed somewhere more important, like the hot dog bun storage room, but in my short time with the coaches, I didn't hear them mention any plays by their complicated, coded names. They was nothing official sounding. I really enjoyed their exuberance and the fun they were having. It was awesome getting to be the proverbial fly on the wall in the NFL coaches booth that day.

Again, it was a one day gig. I had no earthly idea I would be stationed there, even the morning I got the job assignment. For all I knew, I was going to be in a storage closet, keeping an eye on the hot dog mustard.

CBS Television City


For a while I was posted at CBS Television City. When I worked in the daytime, I would see famous people as they came in the front door. Most of the time, I got the late night shift when nothing was going on, but it was still cool making the rounds every hour and having to walk through all the stages and see the various sets.

I remember Cher had her show there, after Sonny and Cher was over, the network brought her back alone. David Letterman did his morning show there. It was before he did Late Night on NBC after the Tonight Show. There were some soap opera sets as well.

Come And Knock On Our Door


One day I got called in for a fill in job on the day shift at Television City. It was cool, because it was to be on the Three's Company set. Even though it was an ABC TV show, it was filmed there at the CBS facility. I got to see rehearsal. All three of stars were there, Jack Ritter, Joyce Dewitt and Suzanne Somers.

(That was before she asked for a huge pay increase, which totally insulted Ritter and Dewitt. The producers got so mad at her, they basically wrote her out of the show. They just had her do a one minute tag scene at the end of each episode, where her character was living out of town and she would call her former roommates. If memory serves, we'd only hear her side of the phone conversation.

They were really rubbing it in her face. They even made her come in a back way and go through a different door to help make sure she didn't bump into the other actors who would be on their way out, before she was allowed to come in.

She was off the show as soon as her contract was up, and it looked like that might be it for her career, but she ended up bouncing back strong. She also made a lot of money hawking the “thigh master” exercise device. She also transitioned to a song and dance act in Las Vegas, where she was name female entertainer of the year, next to Frank Sinatra's male entertainer of the year. After Vegas she went on to starring roles in two more TV series.

She then started designing products that she sold on home shopping TV networks, which is a multi-billion dollar industry, by the way. She basically created an empire in that field. After that, she became an accomplished author and a bit of an expert on alternative health. She puts out some great information and has written several books, some of them, best sellers.

She's definitely not to be confused with the dumb blonde, Chrissy character she played on Three's Company. It was fun to watch her that day I 'worked' on the set, and see her transition back and forth, in the blink of an eye, from the intelligent person she is, to the total airhead she played.

One of the producers asked her why she hadn't gotten around to having a poster for sale. It was something a number of hot female TV stars had been doing in recent years, starting with Farrah Fawcett a few years prior to then. She said she was planning on it.

Right then, the cameraman, zoomed in on her knockers. I don't think she could see a monitor at the time, but I'm guessing he was comfortable enough with her to feel like his job wasn't in jeopardy by doing that.

In this day and age, it probably would have gotten him an automatic suspension along with a trip to the HR office and a sexual harassment class assignment.

By the way, it was nice to see that Dewitt and Somers made up on the YouTube talk show Somers hosted, called, Breaking Through.

Laurie Pearlman Big-Time Hollywood Talent Agent

At one point, I decided to take a regular post, and it wasn't even at a production facility. It was in an office building in Century City. I liked it because Midnight to Noon, on Saturday and Sunday. Even in the daytime hours, hardly anybody came it, especially on Sunday.

That meant the vast majority of my time there could be spent doing things I needed to do. I worked on many of the 13 spec scripts while working in that building, that I would give to the producer, before he finally hired me. I liked that I got in 24 hours in two days, as well.

I actually kept that job even when I was hired as a production assistant for the first TV show I worked on. I enjoyed it so much, even much of the next season when I was working on staff with the writers of one of my all time favorite TV shows, I would still go into work in the lobby of that high rise.

No stars to mingle with there, however it was home to an up and coming talent agency, that had been giving the William Morris Agency a run for their money. The name was (and still is) Creative Artists Associates9). I would read about them in the trade papers (Hollywood Reporter & Variety) quite a bit. Virtually none of their agents came into their offices on the only days I worked, (the weekend,) but there was one exception.

There was a stunning blonde woman who was one of their agents that I would see most every Saturday. She was exquisitely beautiful, young, always smiling and tremendously friendly. I remember one day she saw me reading the dictionary. She said it was one of her favorite things to do. She was always expanding her vocabulary.

She said she was going to give me my word for the day, but it had to be new to me. If I knew the definition, she would keep picking more words until she stumped me. Well, it didn't take long for her to find a word. Okay, the truth is, the first word she threw at me, stumped me.

Alacrity. She explained that it means, enthusiasm. She even used it in a sentence for me. It's interesting how the mind can remember specific, non vital details like that, close to 35 years later. I not only remember who taught me the word, alacrity, but I remember her name like it was yesterday.

Laurie Pearlman. I just looked her up and verified that she is still with us on the planet, and still looking extremely babe-alicious, three and a half decades later.


Pictured Above: 60ish years young: Laurie Ann (née Pearlman) Levin - More evidence that a vegan and spiritual lifestyle retains physical beauty

I always looked forward to seeing her. She was so personable and gracious, I kind of felt like we were almost friends, despite the fact that our conversations were usually quite brief. I'd be lying if I said that at first I wasn't focused on what an utter babe she was, but that, fairly quickly, became icing on the proverbial cake. With her kindness and personality, I'd of looked forward to our little exchanges, no matter what she looked like.

One day she saw me writing and asked what I was working on. So I told her my quest to write for my favorite TV producer. Then she would always ask how my mission was going, whenever I would see her there. I was so impressed that a big shot Hollywood talent agent would go out of her way to ask about how things were going in the life of the security guard who worked in the lobby of her building.

Foot Reflexology

I remember one day when she told me she was feeling under the weather, I told her about foot reflexology. It's a holistic healing protocol. It is a way to diagnose areas of your body that are having issues, often before you otherwise know about them. It also is a way to help deal with those issues. It is said to work by increasing blood flow to those areas, through pinpoint, precision foot massage.

If you press fairly hard on your feet and it hurts in certain areas, it is, in all likelihood, because a corresponding area of your body, is not functioning well. It has to do with nerve endings on your feet that are related to all organs and regions of your body. The pain you feel when you press on your feet in certain spots is said to be from calcium (or possibly, crystal) deposits that are building up between the many bones in your feet.

By massaging in a precise manner, you can help to dissolve those deposits. When they fully dissolve, it doesn't hurt any more when you press on those areas of your feet, since the bones are no longer being displaced. By stimulating the nerves to those areas, the increased blood flow helps to release toxins and provide oxygen and nourishment to the cells in those areas.

I can tell you that I have checked out hundreds of people and have been able to tell them that certain organs or areas of their body are in need of help and in many of those instances, the people confirmed that they were quite aware of it, and had been going to doctors because of it.

Not only that, but I helped many people get over their issue, sometimes in a single session. Once, when my nephew was a kid he had been constipated for a few days. Fiber and laxatives were not doing the trick. He was fairly miserable. After working on him for 15 minutes, he said he needed to be excused to go to the bathroom.

It works a lot. If you see footwear, like certain kinds of flip flop sandals, that have raised bumps, you should buy them and wear them for at least a few minutes every day. Walking on the beach is another way to get the natural benefit of foot reflexology. If you ever absent-mindedly find yourself pressing on your foot and kneading your thumb around, you are giving yourself a reflexology treatment, without even being aware of what's going on.


The Time I Got In Laurie Pearlman's Shoes

Well, anyway; when my building buddy, this incredibly sweet and beautiful woman, told me she wasn't feeling well, I instructed her to press on her feet in various areas, and wherever it hurts is where she should spend time massaging, with forcefulness. I even volunteered to show her what I was talking about. I was telling her all this as I walked her to her car.

So when we got to her car, she said to go ahead and give her a demonstration. She sat down on the car seat, keeping her feet outside of the car as I squatted down to get to work. I was able to point out the problem areas and do a few minutes on each foot.

I explained that the manipulation that is required is somewhat painful. One must use the very tip of a finger, or thumb, and press pretty hard until one finds painful areas. Then it's a matter of pressing hard while going in a circular motion.

While it can be painful, it's strange, because most people recognize it as a good kind of pain. It seems like we are innately aware that is doing good things for us. That knowledge probably has a lot to do with the feeling that it's a good kind of pain.

Laurie agreed that while I was giving her some pain, she did indeed feel like it was a good thing. I remember thinking, how amazing it was to be working as a lowly security guard, and have this high powered agent-goddess of a human female specimen treating me like an equal, allowing me to massage her feet.

Author, Psychologist, Movie Producer, Entrepreneur & Psychic

I see that she has been incredibly busy since I knew her. She did the traditional stuff like get married, have kids, get divorced and remarried. She also became a psychologist with 15 years experience, after spending 25 years in the entertainment industry. It says her practice is holistic and blends spirituality with psychotherapy. That sounds like I have no choice but to get her book, God, The Universe, And Where I Fit In10).

Interestingly, she also developed psychic abilities since the time I knew her. That also, is right up my alley. She teaches about reincarnation, which is something I usually, at least, allude to in most wiki entries I post. I have a habit of linking to my entry on reincarnation, sometimes more than once in a single post. I am convinced that it's one of the most important messages the world needs to know about. I have accepted the fact that I'm a reincarnation evangelist, and it seems like Laurie may be one too.

After many years as an agent working with the likes of someone I like to call, Micheal Jackson, and someone else, I like to call, Madonna, among other notable figures, she formed a production company and became a movie producer. (That was before becoming a psychologist.)

She is currently married to Gerald Levin, who is the former CEO of what became the biggest media conglomerate, Time Warner, when it merged with AOL, back when AOL was a big deal. She's also the CEO of Moonview Sanctuary, in Santa Monica, California. It's a kind of cutting edge, hi tech/low tech/no tech, spiritual, therapeutic and healing center.

Moonview11) helps people in four main areas: Releasing addictions, overcoming personal crises, optimal performance, and transformational health. It is really expensive, and their target clients are successful people in the entertainment industry.

(Did I mention, she's been busy?)

How Laurie (Almost) Met My Mother

It wasn't long after that encounter with her that the producer-mogul I had targeted, hired me to work on one of his shows. It wasn't a lot of money, but I could have squeaked by on the weekly salary. However, since I liked having to be at that building because it forced me write, and get other things done, I decided to keep working there, even though I was working five days a week on the TV show.

Even the next year, when I got promoted and was an apprentice writer on my favorite TV show, I still kept the job for a number of months. I would cross paths with Laurie on the lot from time to time. She always had a nice greeting and smile for me, and seemed genuinely happy for me to be living my dream.

One time, when my mother and step father flew out to visit me, the three of us were walking to my apartment that was right across the small (two lane) street from the studio. Laurie just happened to be across the street, having come from the lot, en route to her car parked in the exterior parking area. She saw me first and called my name, with a big smile (as usual) and waved.

My mom said, who is that beautiful woman? She REALLY likes you. I got such a kick out my dear mother saying that. I knew what she was thinking, though. She would have loved to see me married, and I could see her wheels turning. I just thought, (but did not dare disappoint her by saying out loud,) “Mom, that woman is so out of my league, it's not even funny, but she certainly is a sweetheart.”

Withholding Information Can Sometimes Be Fun


One night after the main shots were filmed for the TV show, as the studio audience was leaving, a woman in the audience called me over. I was standing on the floor of the set, near the cameras. She asked what movies or TV shows I was in.

I told her none. She said I was so familiar, she was sure she had seen me in a lot of different projects. At first I didn't recognize her, but as we were talking, I realized she was Donna, the building manager where I worked security on the weekends.

I rarely saw her, since she usually didn't come in on the weekends, so it took me a while to realize who she was. I kind of enjoyed knowing that I was going to remain a mystery in her life.

I'm not sure why I didn't tell her how she knew me, but I didn't mention it. Perhaps I knew it would just seem so weird that I had a full time job in the entertainment industry, working with TV stars, producers and writers, yet I continued to work two 12 hour shifts for her on my days off, that I decided not to have to answer her next question; “Why?”

Could Have Had A Lot More Fun (In Retrospect)

I think if I had it to do over again, I would really be a stinker. I would say her name and tell her I'm baffled that she doesn't recognize me, because I would always recognize and remember her, no matter what. She would then beg me to tell her, and I'd just say, no. You'll remember later and then you can apologize.

I'd be doing it in a friendly, funny manner, but it would drive her gonzo. That would have been so much fun. Come to think of it, I believe that is the last time I saw her. I think that might have even inspired me to finally quit the security job, when I got to thinking, “Why, indeed?”

I guess I kept it for so long because I love to be paid to do what I enjoy doing. When you are put in a quiet space with no one around for most of the 12 hours you are there, you can get some serious reading, writing & other projects done. Picking up some extra cash for improving yourself in that manner, I don't know what to tell you, except that I just love it.

A Little Bit Country


Before I moved to California, I would watched the Donnie And Marie TV show, but only because Marie was on it. I definitely had a thing for her. I remember being in high school when I had one of the most realistic dreams of my life. I was kissing Marie Osmond when suddenly there was an inexplicable noise coming from another realm.

It was my step father, back here on earth, rudely bringing me out of the dreamscape by pounding on my bedroom door, telling me I was going to be late for church. I was so depressed to find out it wasn't actually happening.

In the opening song to the Donnie and Marie show, Marie would sing, “I'm a little bit country,” while Donnie would sing, “I'm a little bit rock and roll.” (She was definitely being more truthful than her slightly older.)

At one point in my security guard days, I got a regular position for a while at ABC Entertainment Center. Donny and Marie had a movie that was going to premier there. I was going to be part of their security team. I was pretty stoked, but then I got caught causing elevator problems by partially opening the door as they were moving.

The first time I had to crawl out of one, I got away with it. The second time, my bosses knew it had to be me. I didn't deny it, so I got the boot. The great thing about working security for a contract company is you don't tend to really be fired when you seem to be fired.

The company keeps using you with other clients. You just aren't allowed back to work for the one who gave you the boot. So it really wasn't a big deal. There was no interruption in pay. The only bummer was that I wasn't going to get to rub elbows with Marie Osmond.

I decided to show up anyway and try to work. So I was there, hanging out, and when the Osmond's limo pulled up, my buddies got into formation to escort them, and I joined them. The way we surrounded them, you'd of thought they were world leaders, but I have to admit, there were a lot of fans around. My boss saw me there, and figured what the hell; he could use the extra body. So he actually assigned me to stand next to one of the rows with Osmonds. Unfortunately it wasn't next to Marie, but at least I managed to touch her back,12) when the crowd was around her.

I think I was stationed next to Merle Osmond. He was actually quite nice. He would laugh and look at me to share a smile. When I think back at the people I met and worked with in the entertainment industry, I'm struck by the kindest that I saw.

Mind Control Slaves And Handlers


I have a feeling it might not be the same way today. The way the elite cabal has totally sunk their claws into the industry, and all the mind control slaves and handlers that are ubiquitous in Hollywood, it must be a completely different scene.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, do some online searches. One search entry could be, FAMOUS HOLLYWOOD MIND CONTROL SLAVES. Another search term could be, FAMOUS HOLLYWOOD MIND CONTROL HANDLERS.

It's true that there were slaves like Marilyn Monroe and handlers like Bob Hope & Frank Sinatra, long before I ever had my 15 minutes around some famous elbows, but these days, it seems like everyone is either a slave or a handler. I feel so bad for the slaves. It is beyond tragic, what those people have had to go through.

When you see instances of entertainers out of control, instead of hating them, it might be better to send out a prayer for them. Many times those things are happening as they are reacting to horrendous abuse they are going through.

The handlers, on the other hand, do live some of the most despicable lives imaginable, often abusing others, including children, in the most unspeakable ways. However, it is always possible that some handlers are slaves themselves, who have handler altar personalities they are not in control of.

I Was Just As Excited About "Meeting" A Familiar Set


One night I got excited simply by being on the set of an iconic TV show, even though I didn't get to meet anyone. It was quite a few years after the show had been off the air. I think it was going to be used for a movie the next day, but I wasn't given the name of it. It was another one of those gigs where you can't even figure out why you're being paid to be there. I don't recall there being any equipment I was guarding.

It was basically a wading pool. Perhaps I was there to help anyway who might fall in. I could say, “Sir, I'm going to help you get out with your life. When I need you to do is stand up and then walk out of there.”

It was the one and only gig I had at the CBS Studio Center.13) The set had been used for the lagoon shots for Gilligan's Island a decade before then. Even though the backdrops, trees and shrubs and sand was long gone, it was pretty special being there. Like millions of other boys in the late 60s and early 70s, I had experienced some serious crushes on Mary Ann and Ginger.

Ginger Or Mary Ann?


It was a common question that boys discussed at school (and dare I say, church?): Who would you rather date - Ginger or Mary Ann? For me, it was virtually a toss up, but if I had to pick one, it would have probably been Ginger. The whole movie star thing, I guess, swayed me. Years, and decades, later, I transposed the order. If you want to know why, you only need to watch this video that someone else who went through those years as an adolescent boy, no doubt, lovingly (and rather creatively), put together.

Colombia Pictures Sound Stages - Even Better Than Gilligan's Island


Another place I worked, this one for a number of months, was the independent studio space, Sunset Gower Studios. Located on the corner of Sunset Blvd and Gower street, they rented office space and sound stages out to production companies. In the photo, above, if you traded the cars for 1970s automobiles, the view would have been identical with what it looked like when I worked there, (with the exception of the images and writing on the wall.) It even seemed like the same bad coat of paint. Heh.

I was working the graveyard shift so I almost never saw anybody, let alone, any celebrities. Although late one night, an actor I recognized from guest roles on a number of situation comedies. His name's Jack Riley. I just looked him up. He's still with us, as I write this.

The thing that gave me massive goose bumps about working at that lot was the fact that it used to be Columbia Pictures. I wasn't concerned about classic movies and movie stars, like James Stewart in Mr Smith Goes To Washington, or Clark Gable in, It Happened One Night. No, I was too busy walking inside the sound stages, thinking, “If these walls could talk, I'd get to hear all about the Three Stooges.” Most of their short films (shorts) were shot inside the various stages there.


Best Movie Marathons Ever

I was awed and felt honored to be in the same space they had spent so much time in. I had already been a huge fan of them, but in the next few years, my appreciation for them would become even greater, because movie theaters throughout Los Angeles started having Three Stooges marathons.

There was a year that saw a marathon hosted every month at a large theater, somewhere in the L.A. area, and I made sure to attend each of them. Without exception, they had long lines and were filled to capacity. There is nothing like seeing ten or more, 20 minute Three Stooges shorts, back to back, with several hundred or more fellow aficionados.

This still image is taken from the 1934 Three Stooges short film, “Three Little Pigskins.” It features a young, blonde beauty by the name of Lucille Ball (pictured, with Larry Fine), some 16 years before America would know and love her as the whacky, red headed, Lucy Ricardo.

Should Have Taken Notes Or Made A Scrap Book Or Something

Anyway, I probably should have written these encounters down back then if I really wanted to remember them now, as I approach, old fart, status. I racked my brain though, and came up a few more celebrities I got to, “work with.” (Wow; talk about stretching the truth. I get paid to be in the same building and watch them work. That's hardly, working with them.)



I had a friend that I would get celebrity audiographs for. They were like autographs, but instead of using paper and pen, I'd present the person I was asking the favor from with a small cassette recorder and ask for a talking autograph. I guess nowadays one could take out their phone and ask for a videograph, but I'd probably feel uncomfortable being that imposing.

Most of the ones I got were not when I was working, because I did not want to jeopardize my job, so they would be off topic to include here.14) I actually didn't get any audiographs for myself. I got them for my friend, Gina Mullins, from Utah, both when I was sneaking onto the Paramount Pictures lot, and also after being hired to work there. However, two audiographs I got while working security were from Ralph Edwards and Johnny Olsen.

This Is Your Life


Ralph Edwards created a TV show that he actually started as a radio show. On each episode, either a guest on the show, or someone in the audience would be tricked. They would be told they were either there to see some other show (or to be on some other show, if they were a famous person), and then Ralph Edwards would show up and say their name, followed by, “This Is Your Life.”

Then he would basically tell their life story, with the help of surprise guests, from the person's past. I caught him walking to his car when I was working on the game show, Name That Tune. His production company owned the show.

I asked him if he would do me a favor and saying into my tape recorder, “Hello Gina Mullins, from Utah, I'm Ralph Edwards and this is your life.” (Yes, I actually worded it for him, and bless his heart, he was sweet enough to do it, as was everyone I would ever ask, include sit com stars on some of the highest rated shows in TV history.)

Come On Down


This is the first of three celebs I remember rubbing elbows with while working at CBS Television City. Johnny Olsen was the announcer for the Price Is Right, the price guessing show where anybody in the audience might be a contestant . He would announce the person's name and say, “Come on down.” One night I worked backstage on that show, which was for the nighttime version, incidentally.

Anyway, at the end of the show I stuck around and caught Johnny before he left. He was kind enough to speak into my tape recorder and say, “Gina Mullins from Utah, this is Johnny Olsen telling you to come on down. You're our next contestant on The Price Is Right.”

Billy Crystal


Early on in Billy Crystal's career he was doing stand up comedy. He had not gotten into acting yet. I don't remember what talk show he was on, but I was able to talk to him backstage when it was over.

I told him how I had been a fan for a while and that I thought his work was extraordinary. i also mentioned how awesome his jacket was. (It really was. I think it was blue crushed velvet.) He was kind enough to thank me. I told him, “I was going to get a jacket like that, myself, but then I decide to pay rent, instead.”

He actually kept his kind face on for that as well. Thinking back on it, though, I wouldn't be surprised if he thought, “Poor kid must think he's funny.”

Steve Martin


Steve Martin had broken out as a blockbuster, sensational stand up comic, but by this point he was known as an actor as well Not only for the sketch comedy acting he did as a recurring guest host of Saturday Night Live, but he had already made the movie, The Jerk, which he also wrote. It made more the $100 million, costing on $4 million.

The show I got to rub elbows with him on was a Christmas special. I can't remember who the host was. During a break, he pulled out a deck of cards and had one of us, who were hanging out near him, metaphorically trying to touch the hem of his robe, pick out a card.

The guy picked it out, look at it and put it back in the deck. Martin cut the deck a few times and then went to shuffle the cards when all of sudden, one of the cards shot out of the deck, going about 10 feet high and landing 20 feet away. He motioned for the guy who had picked the card to go over and get it off the floor.

Yes, it was the card he had picked. Then, to top it off, Martin suddenly get wide eyed, like the rest of us were, reacting to his trick, but he exaggerated the look about a thousand times over. He was now in the character of someone who had just gotten his mind blown from a guy doing a card trick.

Every single one of us in the group, suddenly burst out belly laughing. The whole time he didn't say a word. Not even to get the guy to pick the card. Then he walked away, leaving us giggling like school girls.

That's Probably All Folks


It might not be all there is, but it's all the memories my brain cells are currently allowing me access to. If I recall any more, I'll come back and add to this. I have plenty of non guard related elbow rubbing memories from that time in my life. When I write the rest of the story of how I finally got hired and wrote for my favorite TV show, I'll link to it from here.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you got this far and didn't enjoy it, then you're either a glutton for punishment, or possibly just the eternal optimist – thinking that it had to get better at some point. (Bless your heart!)

How To | Work | Television | Movies

Spec, meaning speculation, meaning unsolicited. It's almost impossible to get any producer to look at it, even briefly, let alone actually read it – let alone actually buy it
Yes, it was naive, but that naivete led to my dream coming true, so more power to being naive, so long as you don't give up, once you become a bit more self aware. In actuality, writing a spec script is the first step in becoming a writer. First off, writers write. It's amazing how many people claim to be writers, but they don't write. They just want to be a writer so they say they are. Before a writer ever sells anything, she needs a body of work to present to people who are in a position to buy her work or to hire her to write for them. So if you find yourself wanting to be a writer, then by all means, do so. Don't talk about it. Do it. Don't be disappointed if you write a lot of stuff before you sell anything, though. It's part of the journey. Even if you never sold a thing, you might be a fine writer. Heaven knows, a lot of bad writing gets sold, so don't be so sure that commercial success equates to talent. Sometimes it does, but a lot of times, it doesn't. You definitely should be willing to write quite a bit before you sell something though. Perhaps you may be one of the gifted and/or lucky ones who actually sells the first thing you write. Most people won't, but that hardly matters. Take your first step of the journey, if you have yet to do so.
Hell, if I had known he was putting his life in jeopardy, perhaps I could have warned him. Heh. I can imagine how that conversation would have gone over. The only good thing about it would be that even though he'd of gotten me kicked off the set, the company I worked for would not have fired me. I think you had to kill more than 3 people in order to get fired. All they would have done is never send me back to the particular client. I think they learned that policy from the Catholic church and the way they would rotate their priests who cornhole their altar boys.
And if you believe that I just happened to be there, I have some prime land in Florida's Everglades to sell you.
These almost four decades later, when caring about TV shows or movies, the way I used to, has long since left me – when these days my thoughts are on the incredible science fiction, matrix type of reality we find ourselves in with an elite cabal planning on killing off most of the people on earth – I'm amazed how I can recall these events and basically relive the kind of excitement I got from these rather mundane and superficial events. It was an important part of my life even though there was nothing humanitarian or particularly spiritual about my endeavors, and recalling these events seems to be good for me, at least in terms of a nice diversion, and probably in a more profound way I'm unable to grasp at this time.
That, I knew, and it was one of the reasons I thought I had a chance, even when I had gotten one of her supporting actors on her show I to read the script my partner and I had written, and the actor spent a half hour on the phone with me, going over the whole teleplay, scene by scene, telling me specifically how off the mark it was, in every way, imaginable. That was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me, and I realized it at the time and felt incredibly fortunate. It definitely made me a better sit com writer and improved all the future spec scripts I would write.
I've often thought about that building in the ensuing decades. I would wonder if it was still standing. It was very old when I lived there. How old was it? Well, in the kitchen was an ice box. You may know the phrase as a slang term for refrigerator, but it was a refrigerator precursor. Outside, in the hallway that were little doors that had been sealed shut. They were for where the iceman would deliver blocks of ice. There was a drain on the floor, and it had shelves above it. The other day, I finally got around to looking on Google maps to see if it was still standing. No surprise, it was gone, as was the restaurant and Spanish TV station to the east. Still standing, was the other apartment building right next to it, to the west, The Valentino. Named after Rudy Valentino, the swarthy heart throb actor who starred in silent movies. He lived there for a while while making movies at Paramount. They had a tunnel built for him that went from the basement of his apartment building to the studio, right across the small 2 lane street. It seems he was getting tired of having to fight through all the women who would surround him, as he walked the short block from his apartment to the studio gate. The tunnel was said to have been blocked off on both sides, many years before I was there, but allegedly, it had not be filled in. He was such a sensation, which is kind of interesting to think about, being that it was only silent films. But that must have been the bomb, back in the day. He died after a surgery for appendicitis, at the age of just 31. There were 100,000 in the street, surrounding the church where the funeral was held. People were trying to get in, and they started breaking windows. Cops on horses had to be called to restore order. Anyway, shortly after that Google maps research, I had a vivid dream about being there. My building was still standing, which I didn't understand because I had just seen the satellite photo showing it was no longer there. Instead of being an apartment house, they rented rooms by the day. You could not go into the hall unless you rented a room. They had made a window so you could rent the room, from out on the sidewalk. It was incredibly realistic. I'm going to laugh if I ever discover that those transitions were made at some point before they razed it. I just remembered, back when I was living in there, there was someone who lived in the Valentino building who would go on to become rather famous, himself. It was a guy who did a cartoon strip for a weekly newspaper in L.A., the L.A. Reader. His name was Matt Groening. A few years later, he had created a TV show that I like to refer to as, the Simpsons. He became rich beyond his imagination.
In a most protective way, of course. ;-)
Not sure why I'm letting that stop me. My writing style is often one digression after the next.

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