It’s 2 am and I’m driving up Laurel Canyon. I’ve got a slight buzz going. An old friend of mine gave me some blue pills that I washed down with a brilliant vodka I got from a business contact at a meeting regarding buying up some property in the Valley. My friend drives a Vette. The vodka is imported.. Russian.. I poured it into a small flask covered in shark leather with silver skull details made by Bill Wall in Malibu. My friend says I need to enter a program. I haven’t seen Blair today. She’s been awol since that «End of the World» party last Tuesday. Probably shacking up with Victor or whatever the fuck his name is.. Victor the Knife.
I’m wearing Prada tonight. A navy suit, white shirt and a slightly metallic pink tie. My guy at Prada said it was the outfit to wear this season. He’s gay and got a thing for me, but I still trust him. It’s hip to be square with a twist sort of. I can barely hear the ringtone coming from my new car phone over the music blasting from the stereo in my Porsche. It’s the new Robert Palmer single, “Addicted to Love». I heard a rumor that it’s actually about drugs which may or may not be true. I saw the video on Mtv the other day and it’s totally awesome.
It’s Trent on the phone. I’m wearing sunglasses even though it’s the middle of the night and I really can’t see shit. Those blue pills are kicking in hard. Note to self, call Roxy. Trent sounds upset about something. I can hear Blair in the background screaming. I turn up the radio even louder. Robert Palmer is now literally having a concert in my car. I’m very impressed with the new stereo they installed. Wow.
«Sorry Trent, you’ll have to speak up.. I can barely hear you.» More yelling in the other end. I hear sirens. Blair is still screaming. «Get your ass down here, NOW!» Trent is pissed. I really don’t want to deal with this right now. I’m heading to a party up in the hills. Some movie producer is hosting a «The End is Near» bash and I really want to show off my new suit. «Trent, sorry dude.. you’re breaking up. I’ll call you later, mmokay?»
At the party. I try to score right away, but no one seems to be holding. I head for the bathroom. Someone is in the bathtub, hiding behind the shower curtain. I pull it back and see Ken and some girl from the Valley in a really ingenious position, trying to do coke while having sex at the same time. They don’t seem startled by my appearance. «Did you hear about that girl at the beach?», Ken says. I suddenly notice that I have a huge hard-on. What the fuck were those pills?? Need to call the old friend. Ken keeps talking. «I just heard from Trent, he called me on my way up here. Some girl got stabbed 27 times. I think her name was Lana. Isn’t that Blair’s BFF?» My head is really spinning now. I start sweating. Fuck. Victor..
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There’s no doubt, you’re in deep
Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love