This Tom/Dick/Harry can't go to the Country Store down the road from his family ranch without every Jane/Jill/Julie in a 10 mile radius tailing his truck to get a peep. He didn't choose to be the local Adonis, but he once read in Boy's Life that pretty people get paid to be pretty in Hollywood. His ranch has a dry year so he moves to L.A. on a lark, where P.T. Anderson's Casting Director sees him at a bus stop and shoves him into stardom. He never suffers and loves L.A. because "everyone's so nice" and his infinity pool in the hills is "real neat."