Jesse buttons up his jacket, shrugs his backpack up on his shoulder, and bends down to pick up his duffle. As he starts to walk towards the exit gate, his eyes wander towards the row of huge trailers used by the stars and he is suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of envy and self-pity. He knows that in the unlikely event that he gets to use one of the trailers, he wouldn’t need to have another place to crash. The trailer would be more than enough for him. It would be his home, not a mere resting place used during breaks in between shots.
Those rich actors have luxurious condos, and mansions even, places in which they hardly ever stay.
Such a waste…and so greedy, all of them…
He shudders at his thoughts and fights to shove them away from his mind. Damn it, he thinks and smacks himself inw
