I Got My Foot in the Door

Last week i went to a shabot. I sat next to alpacino, and everyone at the table obviously basely like, come on, tell us stories. And he was telling stories. Apparently, it was like the secret club that, if youre friends with picino, or you know someone, where he screens old 35 millimeter prints. It's not l carge. It's just like you got to know someone. The woman who organizes it, i met her, i gave her my number. Please m invite me. Next day, early sat. This has to happen. All right, iam, i can't say yet, but put it this