The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 2: Body Donation Agreement

The Dodge pickup truck rumbled down the highway toward downtown Provo.

“Hey buddy, your gas tank’s running low. Remember to fill it up later,” said David, the driver. “Last night, you were drunk off your ass, and I had to drive you home. Now I’m up early to pick you up…”

“Thanks,” Hawk replied curtly.

“Thanks isn’t enough. Show some action,” David grumbled, clearly fishing for something. “The Sundance Film Festival in Park City is just around the corner. It’s not far. Let’s go check it out together. You cover the expenses.”

David was an actor with aspirations: “If we’re lucky, we might meet a big-shot director who could give us a break.”

Hawk glanced at him. This guy, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and handsome face, looked like someone destined for the big screen. Hawk quipped, “Better get your butt cleaned up first.”

Anyone remotely familiar with the entertainment industry knew the subtext. David did too. “Can’t there be a chance it’s a beautiful female director?”

Hawk laid it bare: “You’ll only meet a hyena director.”