Here I am in Cannes again. It's the day before the Festival opens. I'm getting to be a real veteran. I wonder if the ropes I've learned have any application in the real world, or if those ropes are useful only for festival-climbing. Whatever that might be useful for...
I guess I shouldn't be down about being here, but I'm beginning to think that I'm never going to find anything or anybody here to really help me in my career. I feel like a vegan in a cheese shop.
Anyway, I'm walking along the beach and looking up at a pair of single-engine airplanes pulling banners for an as-yet-unmade movie (which probably won't ever get as far off the ground as these banners did). I hear my name...
"Jerry! Hey! Jerry! Fantastic!"
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