“Something smells good.”
I’m standing on a crowded street in Indianapolis. It’s a humid 83 degrees at night and my friends and I are celebrating her graduation from intrepid medical resident to full-time, fully-licensed M.D. But since we’re from LA, we’re dressed like rock stars in our Forever 21 slut-fits accompanied by their $1700 Gucci shoes and what not. (Apparently, it’s all about accessorizing, but hell if I know that. The only clothing I know is North Face and Marmot.)
The guy had jumped out in front of me to intentionally block my way. His friend surrounded us in the surge of sticky bodies on the sidewalk.
“I think that it must be you.” He smiles into my eyes.
Fellow blogger 
Well, it finally happened. I just got my first residual paycheck for $0.01. Yes, you read that correctly. One cent, one penny, 1/100th of a U.S. dollar. In the past, I had always heard stories on the mean streets of Hollywood about actors getting the infamous once cent residual paycheck in the mail. However, I have never met any of these penny beneficiaries in person so I kinda just wrote the whole thing off as some sort of urban legend or street myth. You know, stuff like unicorns and four hour erections.
