The Hills

I passed by there several times since my arrival in Los Angeles. Curious what lay beyond the shrubs and cobble-stone driveways that winded upward. Lofted above the hustle and bustle of the city. Today, my curiosity was quenched.

For several weeks, I had made plans to tour Beverly Hills and the homes that inhabited it. I’ve heard so many praises about it over the years, that I had to see what all the talk was about. Needless to say, when I finally saw the behemoth houses, I must say I was quite impressed.

We’re talking about real wealth. CEO’s. Celebrities. Foreign Dignitaries. Hugh Hefner. You name any profession, and the creme de la creme of that profession has a house here. These residences go to prove that if you want to talk a big game in this town, there’s a lot criteria that has to be met.

So now I’ll bet you’ll want to hear how I jumped one of the brush fences and made myself at home at one of these fabulous mansions…didn’t happen. But only because I’m waiting for you, dear reader, to join me out here. Together we’ll trespass into the property of the rich and famous and, at our own risk and peril, sneak some drinks from behind the wet bar.

Or there’s option two, which is for me to produce some films and earn money the honest way.

Then there’s three, which is to ask the government for a billion dollar bailout plan, specific for me.

So let’s review the choices:

A) Sneak into the house.

B) Produce successful films.

C) Ask feds for a Bailout Plan.

D) All of the Above.

E) Same as D), except instead of asking the feds for bailout money, have the audacity to ask the owners of the mansion for compensation, telling them that if you had the money you wouldn’t have trespassed in the first place.

What say you? A, B, C, D, orE?

There’s even option F), which is for you to tell me of a more creative way to gain access to the house in The Hills!