Michael Sennet is an actor. In Hollywood, he’s a god. Michael thrives in a world where love, books, and art are an Atlantis only occasionally alluded to in the form of props and scripts
Michael's bored of juggling a Jolie-esque wife, plenty of girls on the side, and his neurotic friend Marty-fucking-Goldfarb. Meanwhile, Kurt aka the Vanity Plate Killer is out
Kurt's physchopathic. Michael's psychopathically bored...that is, until he realises that pretending to be a killer and murdering people isn't so boring.
It's a super-fast read. It's entertaining...it's very L.A. It's been written by one of our fellow commenters; Henry Baum.
(for all you cynics...no, I have not/will not receive any benefit from the sales of this book...promise)