Day One: The Walk of Fame

Hey Sam,

After arriving at my Hostel in Hollywood, I decide to cruise along Hollywood Boulevard to see the Walk of Fame.
The boulevard is mostly full of T-shirt stores, Scientology buildings, and tattoo parlors.
I walk past this old guy in a red head band and a muscle shirt he gives me a dollar.
He says if I can do more push ups than him, then he'll give me another dollar.
I'm thinking, "What kind of terrible con man is this?"
He barely gets into push-up position before completely collapsing.
He says, "How many was that? Three and a half?"
I do four push-ups and he gives me another dollar and challenges me to a jumping jack competition.
After I beat him in Jumping Jacks he tries to sell me his work-out tape for $200.
I tell him I don't have a VHS machine and he is astonished.
He says, "I watch all my porn on VHS."

After about ten more minutes of joking, athletic competitions and two more free dollars, he tells me that I'm being filmed.
Three camera man come up and shake our hands and tell us how great we were.
Everyone's really friendly here at the Hostel.
I share a dorm room with three Danish girls.
There's an open mic night tonight with cheap drinks.
I think I'll go to Muscle Beach tomorrow.