TRASH

I'm not entirely sure why I'm still reading Joe Eszterhas's autobiography, Hollywood Animal, unless it's the fascination we all have with car wrecks. He boasts about what a jerk he is, how he cheated on his wife, etc., but he does it with such energy and passion it's hard to stop reading.

It's also mildly interesting to see what frame of mind you have to be in to write wildly commercial trash like he writes.

And, of course, it's easier than working on my own stuff.