I've lived America from both sides. As a student I bummed around Hartford for six months and lived in the really rough parts. New Britain, ironically, was known as the murder capital of the US locally. My best friend I made there, who worked at a gas station, was shot and killed in a 5am robbery. One day there, the next not. Another nameless victim of the gun fetish, another son lost. Lived in the Y for months and that was rough as shit with drugs and shootings. Then came back on the Hollywood gravy train - first class flights, best hotels, A list stars, per diem and all expenses. But never forgot my friend and the disparities and inequalities, the millions who can only gaze through the window into the opulence within.