He puffs a clove cigarette and looks anxiously down the street. When a white stretch limousine pulls up, the youth wipes ashes from his blue Hugo Boss blazer, rubs his bloodshot eyes and steps out of the shadows. The famous actress, fresh from her movie premiere, steps out of the limo, followed by her entourage of a half dozen. She spots the youth, a ubiquitious and often unexplained guest at Tinseltown's most exclusive parties, and greets him with a kiss. Though other clubgoers are frisked before they enter, no one searches the actress and her friends.
Lights blaze and flicker.
The group heads to a back corner, where the blond youth unfolds his wares, the evening's unscheduled entertainment. Less than an hour later, the entourage leaves, cradling the actress as she stumbles down the stairs to the waiting limo. Really, I'm just kidding. I get invited everywhere . But I never sell them more than I think they can handle.