Sometimes. I've done it you know, I just left, said "Fuck am I glad to be outta there." then a couple nights later all I could think about was comin' back. She ain't perfect, but neither am I.
I used to talk myself out of hopping on a bus every night and heading back to the farm. Now I'm not so sure. I think it's about time I stretched my legs.
Never rode a bike until I got to Hollywood. Tractors, sure, and even drove a truck once or twice -- but a motorcycle? It was a whole different ballgame. Just like everything else about LA.
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[ She almost laughs. ] But you wouldn't have seen me anything. I got written out of the script pretty quick.
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Hard time, sorry to hear it. Hollywood ain't all it's cracked up to be anyway, hell I don't even know half the stars on that peace of real estate.
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[ A beat. ] You got a motorcycle, mister?
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[ Another beat. ] Not here, not yet. Mine's safer back home. I mean, shit, here it could turn into a horse any day.
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Though I did have to ditch the bike sooner than I would have liked.
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Why'd you have to ditch it?
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I found a better ride.
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Me? I rode the roof.
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Wow.
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