CHAPTER 7
One night, while Rags and I were having a drink at the Center Stage Bar, four second-year students sitting at the next table, invited us to a New Year’s Eve party. It was at their moby five bedroom, rented home. Like Rags, these guys were in their twenties and were attending the Drama School on the G.I Bill. They were known to have great poker games and wild parties. Two of them already had an agent and had done small parts in a couple shoot em’ up movies.
It was a B.Y.O party, but they did have one large galvanized wash tub filled with a fifty-pound block of ice, vodka and orange juice. The party was a blast and really crowded. I hadn’t realized so many of the students had stayed in Hollywood instead of going home. Also, there were a lot of girls I didn’t think were students.
