While we must admit that we haven't yet gotten around to watching the entire premiere of Sons of Hollywood—the real life Entourage, we're told!—spending a mere ninety seconds immersed in the cotton-candy-flinging, kids-of-millionaires-on-the-verge-of-a-slapfight grit of the show reminds us why we need HBO's sanitized version of The Life: This shit is too real, yo. When Turtle and Drama talk smack, we know they're inevitably headed towards a tender, third-act reconciliation; when it's hardened heir Randy Spelling and Rod Stewart's troubled progeny trading angry insults, there's a palpable fear that a spoiled jackass's feelings may get hurt so profoundly that even a "Hug it out, bitch," won't be able to heal their rift.