MAX WISECRACKS HOLLYWOOD - Tecno-Libro

i, Max Royster, cannot run fifty yards or see my own feet under a beer belly. Pushing 64-years old, i struggle to rebuild, after the New York .cops fired me for depression and hijacked my pension. Like everything else sliding around loose, i wind up in Hollywood, California. . . . .By chance, i see a female Black LAPD cop grapple with a homeless woman, an ex-Blaxploitation film actress who 40-years ago turned Civil Rights radical. . . . .The homeless woman dies. . . . .Sidewalk Angelenos heave rocks and bottles in protest. . . . .Los Angeles screams. Cops retreat and haul me to the station. . . . .An ambitious Deputy District Attorney and the hard-charging FBi play tug-of-war-witness [?] over my fast-aging body. Everyone wants to jail me as a material witness for trial. . . . .To stay clear, i go underground with a cryptic Hollywood beauty and learn much