Pay for an hour.

From Create Your Own Story

Thankfully, nobody stole your wallet. You pay for an hour, and the cashier shows you to one of the computers over by the corner. He types a password to unlock it, then heads back to his desk.

Free from the rain, but ten bucks pooerer. Why was nothing working today? First you got an awful agent, then someone stole your car, then you had to pay for a computer you didn't even need! All those clichés about nobody being able to make it in Hollywood seem to have been true.

At least you ought to use the computer now that you've paid for an hour. Do you:

• Write an e-mail to your parents, telling them how your life in Hollywood is turning out.
• Surf for porn.
• Look for a job online.