My name is Chez Pazienza. I used to be a TV news producer living in New York. Until...
Anonymous Executive Type: "We got a burn notice on you."
Jayne: "Sorry, honey. You're blacklisted."
When you're burned, you've got nothing: No wife, no job, no transportation. You're stuck in whatever city you find yourself dumped in.
Chez (in a haze): "Where am I?"
Stranger: "Miami."
You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on who you can: Ex-girlfriends, the ones still talking to you. A few old friends, one gay and fabulous, three others single, straight and cynical as hell. Former co-workers.
Former Co-worker: "You know TV people. Bunch of bitchy little girls."
Family too...
Mom (smiling broadly): "It's so good to have you back, son."
...If you're desperate.
Bottom line, as long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.
(If you get none of this, you're not watching Burn Notice on USA, which you should be.)
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