The arid landscape of the Hollywoodland valleys boiled my skin, and made even my soul perspire. My pocket-watch clicked on without a single worry to the surrounding circumstances that carried its fate. I flipped it open with a gentle process, the sweat from my fingers threatening to betray me like the many women in my life prior, one hanging in the balance even now. Its dull and blank face read 10:02AM. I brought the device to my ear to hear the small mechanics moving better, but I already knew it wasn't broken and the time it held could only be the truth. I rose from the couch with groan, both in part from my aging body and the couch itself that rocked back and forth. How many times had I fallen asleep there, and would continue to do so? I pushed the thought from my head and replaced it with another dollop of grease for my hair and ran my fingers through it. The day outside was humid, and busy with people bustling around for the lunch rush. Nobody around could have guessed the terro