I was in West L.A. today, meeting someone for lunch at the Grove. And I heard something funny.
Young dude walked past a newsstand, and he pointed and said to his companion: “There you go. That’s the epiphany of cool right there.”
It was a book cover with Frank Sinatra on it.
Young dude, of course, meant to say “epitome.” But what he said is poetry. It is right in its wrongness. I’ll use it in a script one day.