#TBT: Working on an TV Show Hated by The Right Wing

My series of throwback blogs continues, excavated from my personal archives. These were originally sent as e-mails to friends and family back home. Life updates from Los Angeles filled with humble brags made by an insufferable twentysomething... Subject: Paradise Wasteland Sent: July 27, 2005 " Los Angeles is a paradise wasteland ." - Me. The least photogenic city, yet the most photographed. A city that is full of both hope and hunger. Gorgeous palms frame boulevards of rundown mini-marts and hollowed buildings a decade long dead. Pretentious pretty people hardly mix with the indie-inclined artsies, but there is a shade of gray one may discover during a late night in Silver Lake where martinis and Miller Lites stand side by side on the same bar while Gucci and Target color-coordinate in a non-discriminatory display of fashion. When you're up, you can't help but think of the possibilities and good fortune that may come your way. When you're down, you que