I'll tell you what it sounds like, Robby, it sounds like sickness. Los Angeles sickness. It starts with this harmless idea for a chapter in my book, which turns into this weirdly over-paying acting job, which could potentially end with my face on TVs across America. It's like, you know, I turn my head for a moment and Hollywood taints my blood. I swear to you, I feel my soul dying. And what's worse is, I feel kind of excited about this.