Stories from a Beautifully Disturbed Mind. Thursday, 19 February 2015. Any ordinary night or day would see Adam sensibly stamp out the flames rising in his living room, but this was no ordinary night, for tonight, the whiskey had taken him hostage. That devilishly strong single malt beverage that Adam promised himself he would only drink once in a blue moon. The blue moons these days were coming thick and fast, increasing in occurrence. You know what you have to do. You know you have to. Do it! His mind .

Everybody wants to be Hollywood. The fame, the vanity, the clips, the stories. You know like to be deeper. And maybe one day you can visit my condo. On the big hill you know like 9-0-2-1-0. Just imagine my face in the magazine. People analyzing my look, my body or. You know like to be deeper. And maybe one day you can shake. My hand on the planet Hollywood.