Oscar

I had moved back to my home town of Fabulous Las Vegas as the sign says. I really don’t know why I moved back. My drunk mother still lives in the trailer park I grew up in. My dead beat dad kicks around town still trying to kick his heroin habit while being a drummer. And my older brother is the leader of a motorcycle gang. Yup you guessed it a regular fuckin Norman Rockwell family. I’ve been in town a few months now. And like most of my life there’s never a dull moment. Summer was coming and the gates of Hell was opening up. No one in their right mind goes to Las Vegas in summer to dry out from addiction, or do anything for that matter. It’s hot as fuck for a town called “The Meadows”. Well that’s what I did I went back home to get my head straight, but at the same time I didn’t dry out and I don’t think I’ll ever get my head straight. I will fill you in on the details throughout this book about the perils of my life. I’ll talk a lot about nothing, ramble and talk to myself out loud a lot throughout these pages. So to begin with I’m Oscar (Mike) Peters the youngest Hollywood screen writer to win the Academy Award (Oscar) for Best Original Screenplay. That was ten years ago which seems like an eternity to me now. I did all the bad things that happens to a person with fame and fortune at any age. I overindulge in spending cash, food, drinking, and drugs too. Oh and sex too much (if that’s possible). I’m 31 now and trying to get my shit together and my writing career going again. I kind of have writers block. I still drink way too much, but I’m clean from drugs for the most part. I do keep a journal of my exploits or misadventures however you’ll feel about them with my daily writing. I like to drink when I’m writing and I like to write when I drink. The drinking ties into the stories and the stories tie into the drinks, but now I’m giving too much away. So pour yourself your favorite drink and enjoy the truth and lies of ‘Oscar You Can Go Home Again’.