I’d say, "No."
And he would smile and nod, like he was wordlessly saying that words can’t come close to describing how beautiful I am.
When we landed he took me to a really famous hotel. I can’t say what the name of it was but he told me that River Phoenix had been staying there during the last week of his life. Remember, RP bit it twitching and drooling on Sunset Blvd. in front of another good friend’s club, which shall remain nameless.
Let me tell you something about all the good friends in that scene: they are all scumbags! They will watch you die in the street. River would be alive today if the guy who made the call to 991 had have just told the freakin' TRUTH! "I think he’s had some valium…" MY ASS!!! If he had have just said he was on heroin River would be alive today, they would have been able to save him.
Then again, if one fine artistic provocateur of cinema hadn’t gotten River hooked on junk in the first place he’d also be alive today, wouldn’t he?
And I’m probably getting too close to home but these scenes are so closely intertwined that it hardly seems interesting to tell my sad story without mentioning some of the other lives that Mr. Rockstar’s touched and twisted.
Getting back to the pictures: Mr. Rockstar is good in the sack!
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
