Which Reminds me

How many times do I have to tell the same story about how I declined the opportunity to meet with a Hollywood agent? Tana asked me to drive her there but I said no. I can't remember whether I loaned her my car to go there without me or what. I only remember that I did not go with her. She later talked about being there looking at the many photos of the wannabes on the wall of the agent's office but obviously my photo was not there. Why would I want to be listed amongst the rank and file of wannabes? The scorn of wannabes is severe. And what would an agent do for a poor wannabe? Nothing, obviously. They just want to be paid, obviously. But they never did anything for me so I don't think that I owe them something. I am just saying.