To paraphrase Monty Python's Dead Parrot Sketch, this company is no more. It has ceased to be. This is an ex-company.
As the doors close and the building vacated it leaves behind a history of shameless acts that would make Caligula hard with envy. Debauchery, decadence and corruption were the company's chief exports. Seriously the shit I saw during my tenure shocked the hell out of me, and I worked in Hollywood for over 10 years. That's expected in Tinseltown. But in Orange County? Disneyland. An airport named after John Wayne. Republican country. Family values. Conservative beliefs. If you work hard you will be rewarded. Christians attend church regularly in their Hawaiian shirts and flip flops. Orange County reminds me of the great David Lynch movie "Blue Velvet." On the surface the streets are clean, lawns are perfectly manicured (gracias to the real hard workers), and every family is happy and healthy. But under the surface lurks a seedy, dark world. It's all an illusion. After all, weren't John Wayne and the Conservative saint Ronald Reagan actors?
If the walls could talk, it would need therapy. Serious therapy. Over the next few blogs I will recount the stories from this small, insignificant company with big libidos and egos.
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