A UPS man (rather handsome, mid 40s, sandy blonde hair, fit, wiry, muscly forearms) driving his big brown truck through an L.A. neighborhood. He's speeding around a corner, shifting gears, leaning into the turn with a half smoked cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
CAPTION: "Yeah, ya know, I just couldn't take it anymore. Remember in Jaws where they keep shooting the shark with those barrels? That's exactly what it felt like. Here I was trying to dive down deep and they just kept harpooning me with these goddamn barrels. Trying to raise a family, ya know, trying to do the right thing while you're trying to be a writer... It's pretty much impossible. I guess I just wasn't enough of a shark. Anyway, I was pretty lucky to get this job. I don't even think about writing anymore."
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