The time I almost killed Al Pacino.

Part 1.

Hold onto your tits.

In 2015 I moved to Los Angeles alone, with no friends, no visa and no plan. I’d been in America for maybe 10 days, and was invited to a pre Oscars party at the head of my new agency’s mansion. Exciting. As I stepped inside, it took everything in me, to close my mouth and lower my pointing finger, for I found myself in the biggest r…