On my last night in L.A., I dropped off my rental car and got a ride to the LAX Marriott. The kid driving the shuttle van was named Clinton. (Oh, and if you were having a kid in the 90s and decided to name him “Clinton” then go ahead and fuck right off.) The chat I had with Clinton started like this…
CLINTON: So, you been in L.A. long?
DAVID: (beat) Yes.
It just seems the heartbreaking end of a movie…