Random Scrap:
I was sitting in the front seat of the Blue Bus Number 7 riding down the Pico Boulvard towards my new home in Santa Monica. I had already phoned Mom to tell her that I got a new job. Not just any job but a work in an office with people that appreciated my talents. It didn't matter that the building smelled of mice and my new coworkers were slightly strange. This was what America was about. I was going to be making more money than I ever would working at Michael's putting up with constant screaming. And that was just the beginning. I was looking at my advance check looking forward to deposit and so I could finally start paying rent with my own money.
There were not too many people on the bus and the driver started asking me how my day was. I told him that I got a new job.
"What's the job?"
"I'm going to work in Hollywood"
"Working on a movie?"
"Something like that"
"Wow, good luck!"
I knew I was slightly making things up but the driver was very happy for me and the future looked so wonderful on that warm California night.