In LA, you need escape money.

I’m at Dunn Brothers and trying hard to not laugh. Minneapolis cafes are prime territory for awkward conversations, and this is precious.

I am sitting near a middle aged man who is a caricature of a slimy Hollywood producer – facelift, all black clothes, tasseled shoes, bluetooth in ear, and a really glossy facelift.

Hair plugs’ victim is a cute, 20-something year old girl.

H.P. is rambling about LA, the music industry, and dropping names. He retreats, says goodbye, and then comes back and starts up again. It is absolutely horrid and uncomfortable.

The ridicule on this girl’s face is priceless. The best quote, before H.P. gives her his “digits”  and finally leaves, was this:

H.P.: “What you do is get $2,000 in cash in 50’s and 20’s for escape money. In L.A. you always need escape money.”

I do not want to know.