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"FacebookPinterest\n\n\"It sneaks up on you,\" Adrian Grenier says of L.A.'s insidious charms. \"I was talking to a friend recently who said, 'Do you wanna hang out' And I said, 'Actually, I'm in New York, but I'll be home Sunday.' And he said, 'Home You're calling this home now' I'm like, 'I didn't say home; did I say home ' \" And here he beams that decadent smile\u2014the pallor tawny, the teeth perfect, the blue eyes large and lazy; a wreath of grapes should be nestled in his floppy coif. \"I'm getting more used to it. I have attachments\u2014more things in my house. I've started having more dreams there. And you know what It ain't that bad.\"\n\nThis is a big step for a Brooklynbased actor with an artyfarty bent who's fretted about overpopulation, heedless waste, the landfill. \"I practically got into fistfights with people at supermarkets when they would demand a paper and a plastic bag for their carton of eggs,\" Grenier, now 30, says of his angryyoungman phase. A veteran of grimy little indies, he was stunned, transformed, by the fun he had on the 2004 Entourage pilot, laughing all day in the California sun and getting paid for it. \"The spiritual lessons you learn going through hardship you can't replace. But I was happy to take a break from that for a little while and enjoy life,\" he jokes, \"in the hot tub with a couple of girls.\"\n\nGrenier is still skeptical of Hollywood, where deals can be made \"over a beer or under a stripper,\" and nothing, not even the free stuff, is free\u2014the cell phones, the MP3 players, the watches frequently pushed upon him by toothsome reps of one sort or another\u2026 \"I've become bored of swag. It's lost its mystique,\" he declares mockproudly. \"Now if someone says, 'Soandso wants to give you some free clothes,' I'm like, 'You know what I don't have time for your free stuff\u2014I have a real life with real people in it and real friends.' \" He pauses, smiles again. \"But don't print that or people might stop.\"\n\nTracking the evolution of earnest nobodies into glittering somebodies is always good sport, but even more so in Grenier's case. As the fulcrum of Entourage, the sly, spoton HBO series about the Hollywood education of an It boy and his posse, he is that guy, the lucky comer who's suddenly getting around town in a piss yellow Hummer and pondering the artistic merits of the Aquaman franchise. Life and art frequently overlap; offcamera the actors are tight, and the chopsbusting, about everything from women to who's paying for dinner, approaches what we see on the screen. \"There is nothing sacred onset,\" Grenier says. \"If the girls on Sex and the City talked to each other like we do, there would have been tears, lawsuits, trailer doors locked, and days of production lost. I mean, I don't know if Kevin Connolly goes home and cries at night or if Kevin Dillon shudders when he sleeps, but I think everybody's very secure about it, and we all know we love each other.\"\n\nGrenier can currently be seen in yet more social satire, The Devil Wears Prada\u2014breezy stuff for someone who used to sweat it all. In a sense it's just part of the plan, as he attempts to \"shed some of that righteousness and find a more spiritual path, and not get so bogged down by fears and anxieties, and know that all of this ultimately, one day, will be dust,\" he says. \"Some people, when they're onstage and they're nervous, they imagine the audience naked. I just imagine them all to be dust. A bunch of seats with dirt in them.\" Or maybe a bunch of hot tubs."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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