Hollywood: Hollyweird Last Ditch Effort! The Beginning!

By Art Norman Jr.

Whispers in the night scream O' Hollywood! O' Hollywood! Where forth are thee! Yeah next segway (honk!) are you there 'cause we's here to entertain every dimension respectively! From beach to beach Sunshine to nightfall it all rings back to dear O' Hollywood! East to West back West to East! Enjoy!

What is a vacation or how about living in an extended vacation! Non-stop fast lane from Hollywood, Cali to the unexplained! Catch a whiff of the spectacular its 'Hollywood' Hollyweird Part 2 "Last Ditch Effort!" coming right back into the what is; is what is Priceless Show Biz! Case Closed...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yorkshire Publishing
• Release date: Nov 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952320996

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‘Hollywood: Hollyweird’

Part 2

Last Ditch Effort! The Beginning!

Art Norman Jr.

‘Hollywood: Hollyweird’ Part 2

Copyright © 2019 by Art Norman Jr.

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They were holding him back. He was saying, Just let me go please! Let me go! All I want is my gun. They were all dressed for Christmas. Nice and warm inside the Mansion. The black guy was on ends, tripping so hard it was frightening to visualize. All he wanted was to have a white wife—blue eyed, blond white girl— and he chose to suggest to go home to her family. But now, the Dad was all over it and they had to call the police because there was only two. Just enough to hold

him back, but the liquor was kicking in.

All that protein—monstrous— they had to call ‘em the police ‘fore all heck broke loose. Then, as if on cue, I wake up in Hollywood feeling all weirded out in Last Ditch Effort Part 2. Nice to meet you.

I’m already late for work, and I have to get back down to the parking lot, but first a dream sequence. As always, it must be dealt with. Should I write it down? Ahh shucks, I ain’t got no paper. A half decent pen, though. I’m looking frantically for a receipt or some- thing but as prescribed I have to take a mental note that will be held for years!

This is Hollywood. How else did you think this thing is done? So look through my mind’s eye. As far as the white guys—that’s who I mainly hung out with/slept on their couch!

Went down to Santa Monica Promenade, where it is an enclosed shopping area, but still stayed outside and listened to live street performers and checked out the girls from Santa Monica College. Then the beach is right there with plenty of bikini clad women.

Hellified

Man it feels good to not be dead.

Just max’n and relax’n all Hollywood, no matter where I go. Ain’t afraid of nothing. I see people now for who or what they are, try’n every which way to bring forth some form or type of fear the cough’n is so deliber- ate it is refreshing.

I mean, I just stand there and watch them try to no avail to irritate a dead on center, on point, reading a novel, clean shaven close haircut wear’in son of a gun! Writing a novel is just like writing lyrics—that I did way yonder during the ‘90’s with the funk band.

Now, to the reader, sit back and take in the view of part 2: Totally Hollywood: Hollyweird. You better be- lieve it’s the way we survive baby and make it happen! Visions—mind altering—shift into another hemisphere cause I am about to reflect on some mess.

Now, all I need is some milk (cold) and some caf- feine on standby and I can just dwell for months, years.

And invoke more passages of who will be the next this and that; right now it is the presidency at this point and at this time Obama has one year left. It’s time to get more familiar with the enemy and that enemy in this day and time can be from any race.

When people see that one has spent a considerable amount of time developing something envy can rear its ugly face in an instant. Like, they can’t believe that you can write. And I mean write until the fat lady sings (a simple metaphor) but some things are best not said and thus done with vicious penmanship. Thus, fresh stacks of part