We are looking for an AGENT.
I know, you must be thinking :"These guys have gone nuts! They already have an Agent!".

And that's right. Anybody who is lucky enough to be part of the prestigious Mojo Casting agency, like us, is truly blessed. But our Boss, Mr.Albert Mojo, specializes in "Extra" casting. My roomate Phil and I feel that, if we want to become big stars by next year, we need to seriously get an Acting Agent.

That's exactly what we were talking about with our friend Miles Cohen at our favorite hang out, the famous ButtBar in van Nuys. He waisted no time to give us this flyer from "a guy who was here last week".

After reading it over and over, we couldn't believe our luck!. We called the guy right away...
He told us to meet him at his house in "the Hollywood Hills". Sounded great. My roommate and I were very exited. We had to drive my Pacer up and down the hills for about 4 hours before we could find Mr.Burundi's private retreat. And my car was, by then, overheating very bad.

I took this shot as we were approaching Mr.Burundi's property. We met his wife first. She was "cleaning up" when we showed up. It turned out Mr. Burundi and his wife Ariel, live in some kind of a tent, attached to a 1975 pick up truck.

The first thing he asked us was :"Did anybody follow you up here?"
Mr. Burundi has a very private office at the end of that big property in the Hills. The blue office is pretty small, and the 3 of us were pretty cramped inside. He didn't want us to take pictures either. But we did anyway...

After a couple of hours of listening to his resume as a Hollywood Agent, we were pretty tired, and very hot. But he didn't want to let us out yet. He said that, as our agent, he was entitled to 85% of our earnings, plus personal favors for him and his wife. I wasn't sure what he meant. But he was pretty clear on the 85%.

Later that evening, he invited us to a "fancy Hollywood party" in his house.
The party was called a "shaved down". Something him and his lovely wife organize once in a while, for special guests. He basically asked my roomate Phil to shave his head and body hair. He said that was one of the "personal favors" required in the contract. After a couple of minutes, Phil changed his mind and refused to go on...

Mr.Burundi got very agitated and started speaking german. We couldn't understand, so we apologized and thanked his wife for the cookies.
Mrs. Burundi told us to stay a while longer. Her husband was still in the bathroom, performing that "shaved down" ritual he was talking about, by himself.

She explained us that her husband was a little odd, but that's what you need in Hollywood, to "fight the sharks". I guess she might be right. Anyway, she pretty much had us convinced, and we were about to sign a 25 year contract with the Burundi Walker Agency, when Mr. Burundi himself finally came out of his bathroom.

He was wearing this weird WW2 outfit, complete with an Oliver Hardy moustache. He got really pissed when he saw Phil take his picture. We ran out to my car and left as he was still screaming in german.

Later that week, we went back to the ButtBar and told our story to the owner, father Mel. We all had a good laugh.

Phil told me he got Mrs Burundi's personal number, just in case...
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