2nd Teaser

Within a couple of weeks I was established in a cheap but costly apartment on the residential periphery and working as a grocery bag boy. More ambitous men than me have started lower on the food chain. For the first couple of months I felt continually great. I was in L.A. I'd made it to the starting line of my race to the top of the game. Moreover, I was making connections.

On my third day at work another bag boy introduced himself to me. He leaned over towards my aisle as he bagged items by rote.

"How's it going?" he asked me, with a smug shine on his face like the two of us were sharing a secret.