“You’re my mascot, Paper Moon.” I was too tired to object. We both knew I was more than a mascot. I’d worked for my brother since I was eleven, for six long years. “You should stop calling me that,” I said. “I love that name.” “P.M. and her dad were crooks. It gives it away.” FilmmakingCrooksHollywood Culture Book:Hollywood Daze Source: Hollywood Daze
“After the introduction, Elki pointed at the palm trees. “Ever seen something so stunning?” “Please,” I said, “I hate those trees. They grow on and on. Keep going, with nothing sucking their strength like normal trees and their branches. Selfish bastards.” “Wow. Don’t trip. There.” HollywoodPalm TreesHollywood Culture Book:Hollywood Daze Source: Hollywood Daze