I just read the article that fayner wrote and to tell you the truth, its good. I mean its either he has nothing to write about or he is being 100% honest, and i tend to lean towards the latter, he did try and soften the blow with the little note at the bottom, but he is basically saying what everyone else feels but is afraid to say. Good for him, not sure what this means, either he changes or he gets over what he was ranting about and goes back to the status quo.

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Fayner Posts: I got the Devil in me...sadness...I want to find some laughter, 'cause when you laugh they can't kill ya...These thoughts I have seem to pass me by....like a cloud........................Fuel and release, happiness is good for an hour, Fuel and release, happiness is good for an hour.

Fuck this town. Fuck everybody in it. Fuck porn. Fuck making a living.

I sat in my apartment all weekend long and wrote 46 pages of my book. A 35 hour, non-stop barrage of nonsense and narcotics. I didn't go out partying at all. I drank warm vodka. My dog hates me.

And all because this town cripples any sense of fun and adventure. The same people, the same cocaine, the same porn talk, the same whore sitting on your lap, the same bogus taste in your mouth when you wake up at 5 pm, the same sham.

Just once, please, would someone come up and tell me that they fucking hate me and my Van Halen shirt is dumb and I should be shipped off to New Jersey 'cause that's where you go when you suck balls like I do. I mean, I'm really not a pleasant person. I have some serious issues. I'm terrified of commitment, terrified to clean up, terrified to skip in this city where your best friend can and will suck all your creativity from you the first chance they get. But still it's all smiles and hellos and free drinks. It's sooo Hollywood. Yuck.

No one in Hollywood does anything out of kindness. There's a purpose behind every action. I seriously have to offer free press to young porn chicks to just suck my dick. They should do it 'cause they want to suck my dick. Right?

Porn people are the worst of the bunch. Alliances are crumbled at will in Naked Hollywood. One day you're hip scribbler Scott Fayner, loved and celebrated, and the next you're Kid Vegas, ostracized for simply being as much of a sleaze as everyone else but getting caught in the act. I mean, would any city that has a smidgen of humanity allow a rat like Marc Wallice to continue scurrying around yet alienate Kid Vegas for making sub-par porn and not sharing a deadly disease with a bunch of gals?

I'd like to think other places don't act this way. The tribulations of "making it" in Hollywood strips any tenderness one possesses in the first month, when the hottest girl in Burnt Corn, Alabama moves to LA with dreams of being a movie star and realizes it's impossible and must now decide to either wait tables or fuck on film to pay the bills. That would make me one cold-hearted bitch, believe you me.

Stop being fake. Don't tell me you began doing porn 'cause you just love sex so much and it's the only way to get it all the time. That's BS. I don't buy it, I won't buy it and I can't buy it. You can't put up a house with dog shit as a foundation, and being a charlatan won't get you any closer to your dreams.

Be daring. Be spontaneous. Be wild. Your soul can be repaired, trust me. It just takes a touch of backbone, mixed with an undying devoutness to the liberation of not giving a shit what anyone thinks. Speak your mind. Dress how you like. Don't be low-key with anything. Got a blazing coke habit? Celebrate it! Don't be ashamed. Don't burden yourself with what Bill Margold thinks about you. When we aim to please we lose our heart. Life is too short to be playing games.

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