Hollywood nights are for people with name tags. Call them employees. Losers. Or call them Paris Scott. He microwaves hot dogs at a twenty-four-hour convenience store. His girlfriend just dumped him. And everyone is working his last nerve. Until a surprise encounter with a bum leads to a Bel Air mansion, a dead rock star’s last gasp on tape, and a chance for Paris to flirt with a dream. Even if it is someone else’s. It’s worth his life. Even better, it’s worth a million bucks.

From the snarling vastness of Los Angeles to the neon-lit inferno of Las Vegas, John Ridley charts a one-way ride into a glittering hell of blood, bodies, and broken hearts. Dope dealers, Hollywood agents, two-bit felons, three-dollar strippers, honest Joes, and an increasingly desperate Paris Scott—no one comes out clean in this raucous ride that turns an obsession with fame and fortune into a dangerous game of truth and consequence. It’s a wild place where dying large is a must, every crime is a thrill, and the finest pleasures are the guilty ones.Hollywood nights are for people with name tags. Call them employees. Losers. Or call them Paris Scott. He microwaves hot dogs at a twenty-four-hour convenience store. His girlfriend just dumped him. And everyone is working his last nerve. Until a surprise encounter with a bum leads to a Bel Air mansion, a dead rock star’s last gasp on tape, and a chance for Paris to flirt with a dream. Even if it is someone else’s. It’s worth his life. Even better, it’s worth a million bucks.