Harvey Weinstein: A Hollywood Fantasia
I had a capital-v “Vision” while masturbating.
We all do from time to time, am I right?
We all think we’re Jesus Christ ‘til the spooj hits.
And then we’re hurled back down to earth, flat and round and dry.
But this one was such a strange saga, I had to write it down….
Courtlin Byrd lives and works in Los Angeles. She attended Vanderbilt University for Creative Writing and USC for Film Production, though she probably learned most from driving the country in her ’97 Volvo or dancing in diners, Audrey-Horne-style.
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