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keyword "luminous" title "disillusionment"
Finally, Frank got back to the question of why I could see him as he was, a just-under-seven-foot tall sasquatch, when everyone else only saw a street-busker who’d left his costume on inside the ...
keyword "nightmare" title "the mourning routine"
Frank Yetti woke up late in the morning most days, there weren’t enough tourists walking down Hollywood Boulevard at ten to make the effort worth it, especially on a weekday, so he afforded himse...
Still, even if I believed what Frank said, that there was a curse placed on what would eventually become Los Angeles, where you’ll see what you want to see unless you are insane, very high or unl...
keyword "sullen" title "ellipsis"
She was beautiful, everyone around there was, that slightly sullen hiding how tired you are kind of beautiful you’d see in actresses and actors, beautiful like grocery-store produce kept ripe for...
keyword "liminal" title "wigglers in West Hills"
There’s a million things to be said about picking up a semen analysis specimen as a medical courier, only a handful that could be shared in polite company. Most of the time, it was not as gross a...
The later in life that we succeed, the later we will collapse into success-sheltered self-parody, this is our artistic covenant. We are all better off without turning into DeNiro, taking every ro...
keyword "pilot" title "meltdown"
I was well-jaded to celebrity sightings at that point, working for the modestly famous myself. I wasn’t anyone, of course, just a gofer in a small production office, go for this, go for that but ...
keyword "float" title "the flower of gower gulch"
In east Hollywood, at the corner of Sunset and Gower, there’s a strip-mall called Gower Gulch. Not everything is glamorous there, of course, most of the people are just trying to get by, not tryi...
Book Description
A down-on-his-luck failed screenwriter discovers an online friend is actually the last Sasquatch on Earth, hiding in plain sight as a busker on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. They spend a night together at a diner, where the writer learns the story of where the Sasquatch “Frank Yetty” comes from, where he’s headed and what that has to do with the ancient Curse of the Thirty Mile Zone, which draws flawed dreams to Los Angeles and only allows them to see what they want to see. Frank claims he was a roadie for Warren Zevon and inspired “Werewolves of London”. Whether you think that’s true or not is up to you