REVIEW: Hollywood Trash #1 features action, quirks, and Pynchon-level conspiracy

By T.W. Worn — You're in line at a Burger King when you look over at the door, distracted from the menu by the sound of it opening. Inside walks a Spuds MacKenzie impersonator. The dog walks up to you, drops a piece of paper it was holding in its mouth at your feet, and trots away. You grab and unfold the sheet of paper to see it read: Copper Tin Inn. Roof. 7PM.

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