Andrew Culver

Andrew Culver had it all: a USC degree, supportive parents, an idyllic childhood, talent, and the sheer brains he would need to put the world in his pocket and take Hollywood by storm.

So how did he end up working for a middle-aged Hollywood reject who made him hold up George W. Bush posters on the street? Why was he working as an underpaid Hollywood extra in an Adam Sandler movie? What made him take those temp jobs in the file rooms and data entry farms of corporate Los Angeles? How did he end up sitting on the freeway with the sun in his eyes, in a car whose radio had been stolen years ago and never replaced, wondering where it all went wrong? And in spite of all this, how did he manage to find love in the middle of Los Angeles?

This memoir, a psychedelic journey down the avenues of memory, disappointment and rebirth, is an answer to these burning questions. These are the yellow days.