Pizza from Pete Davidson and Mozzarella Sticks From the Daniels: Eating on the WGA Picket Line
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It was 5 a.m., a Thursday, and it was raining in LA - a cold, discouraging rain, the kind that's supposed to signify your protagonist is enduring emotional turmoil.And I was, because my doughnut had just slipped out of my hand and into a dirty puddle of water.I was out at that ungodly hour, standing in front of the famous Paramount gates, because I'm a striking screenwriter joining thousands of my colleagues making our presence undeniable across LA (and New York, and Chicago, and other cities throughout the country).
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