Tortured, sensitive artist Amir Hafizi (flips hair) walks the streets of PJ, which though not gritty enough, is quite dirty anyway.
As an enfant du sang, he was told he has privileges. To make millions. But so far, there has been no way in hell that can happen.
No fucking way.
Whatever money that tortured, sensitive artist Amir Hafizi can make, he will have to make based on his own wits and his will.
Oh, I am so fucking tortured, so sensitive, and so fucking artist. Without an 'e'. That's right. An artist without an 'e'.
Man, I am so fucking cool.