[San Diego, My new apartment.]
[Do you know what bended knee rejection is like? Do know how if feels surrounded by your family, friends and anyone who cares about you? Do you know what it is like being called 'Not husband material' while your mother is beaming with joy over your shoulder? Or perhaps the sinking feeling when you turn around and see the change of pride to utter disappointment on your Father's face? Or even the look of utter confusement on your Grandma's face when 'The One' storms out of the room? After all that you have two hours of relatives consoling you. Meanwhile, you know they are thinking 'You can really pick them.' or 'We traveled all this way for this pathetic display.' So I dealt with the rejection like I always do. I moved down south to San Diego a day later. A nice little apartment with outrageous rent. Left behind was her. And little thing that could possibly remind me of her. Just so I could be isolate from 'Hannibal' as I now refer to her as. That was just one of those moments that define you as a human being. Obviously I run from my problems. First Hollywood and now 'Hannibal' rejects me and I run like a coward. Hindsight is 20/20 but, generally speaking not the reaction I should of taken. Back to the now. I just had a couple of shots, picked up some drunk chick and well, you do the math.]
[Candlelight flickers in the middle of the room. The candle has melted to halfway. Champagne bottle half emptied in the middle of the table. A trail of clothes from the the table to the bedroom. A sweaty me walks out to the living room. I have on a pair of UCLA shorts. Sorry, Ladies. I blow out the candle.
Danny Monroe: