Author : BirDDer
Disclaimer : all materials are property of Showtime
Rating : blasphemy, nudity
Genre : vignette
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In my life,umm…in my *recent* life in L.A., I saw, made and took things more varied - smashing laws and taboo - but when yesterday morning I have -nearly- lost my identity,I understood God really hates me!
The beds in which I usually wake are a stinking mess of sex and joint,
instead that bed was perfumed and in order.
When I opened – uhu... I tried to open- my sorrow eyes, I saw,opposite the bed, my big face.
It was not a mirror - as soon as my headache allowed me to make little steps- but a photo of mine: my stumble face,a black t-shirt and an apple…
A red apple?
I rubbed my eyes.I was thirsty and dizzy and I wanted only a cigarette.
The room,totally new for me,was dipped in sunshine light.Too much.
Pc was on,on the table near the window,and a screensaver…it was again my face.
An idiot who smiled,in a white jacket...And again,I didn't remember where or when that pic was taked.
Strange enough... that place was full of me: objects,posters,pictures....all was about me.
"WOW" I thought…"Where fuck I finish up?"
"A temple of a middle age ex –writer ???"
My ring,the same ring, was on the bedside table near the tidy bed with the same bracelets too... I istinctively checked my wrist and my left index: all right, old Hank.
*All* my jewels were in their place.
A woman's scream distracted me at the check.The girl under the door seemed scared;for a moment my id was depressed.
Jolting, I have treaded on white panties on the floor, that wild night had to be passed…
-Don't you remember me?-I asked at her, covering me with hands - Are you my yesterday date?Sorry,but I'm hit by amnesia...-
It was true,and her young worried face didn't help me.
-You...you...you...-she was breathless.
-Hey...My head spin around and if you continue to stutter, maybe I'll be able to vomit.And you don't have an expensive painting at the wall for this.-
-Are...Are...Are...-
-Yeah, a loser. You definitely know me,very well.Relax,I'm leaving... as soon as I find my jeans.
I don't want that the other light of my porsche can broken off…-
The unknow girl watched me now with passion, (maybe have I been great last night ?) sitting on her bed, while I collected my dress turn around and I began to cover myself.
-It'll be better that you raises your jaw from the carpet, I could thread something of mine to in…- while I teased her, she continued to fix me.
-Just a question: did you made that with computer graphic?I absolutely don't remember …- and I indicated her my photo on the wall; that one with the red apple.
-Me? It's a Californication promo pic...- she answered with a weak voice.
- "Californication"?What the hell it means ?-
-It's your new tv show…-she said with admirate tone.
Bad thing...I didn't remember nothing about it!Maybe my agent would sold God hates us all's copyrights to the tv?
- I'm the same guy you have lured …Or maybe I have lured you... but where? In a club,on the street... oh,please...don't tell me at the book shop. I don't know anything about 'Ca li fo rni ca tion' thing...- I was not much threatening with nacked ass.
She repeted -This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening.-
She dressed only a gray t-shirt, nacked legs...good legs.She was a blonde,natural blonde,
I checked.
-Are you really David...?-asked me,brutally,recovered her mind,while I recovered my cigarettes on her bedside table, between the lamp and her vibrator.
-Who? You can call me as you want , and I will not take offense myself if you don't remember who fuck ed you last night …Anyway I'm Hank,how are you?- finally I was smoking and full dressed, so I could give her more attention.
-Me? At this moment "I'm hit from amnesia" too and I don't figure out WHY you are here!!
But I know WHO you are: you are the best actor,the awesome man on…-
-Ehy ehy...Stop with this shit.Who motherfucker is 'David'?- I had to be out there. She was nut,or maybe simply drugged, she exchanged me with another guy...she repeated a strange name,totally unknow to me.
-David Duchovny...YOU!-now she was convinced.With a strange light in her eyes,she appeared like a maniac.
I began to have fear.
I pulled up my jeans zip and decided to let go the stuff.
But my narcissism had still a question for her.
-Did you read my novel?-I asked her with my best indifferent (and very fake) look .
-Yale's time?Yes,on web,but your poetry is better...-she seemed herself resumption from the shock to see me here, I had felt myself like an apparition or a vision, this was flattering.
-Poetry? I didn't ever wrote poetries, not even to the times of CBGB. I have written "God hate us all" and the only thing I'm writing now is a blog, a very bad blog...-
She began to laugh out.When she was calmed, she explained to me...or what she thought it could be an explanation for me.
-You are David Duchovny,the actor who plays Hank Moody's character on the tv show titled Californication,and I REALLY don't know why you are here in my bedroom, even if it always has been my forbidden dream: meet you..- and she was blushed,in L.A?
Impossible.
-No,no,no..I'm not!My identity it's the last thing that remains me, after I've lost my family,my will and my talent to write.You make a mistake…And I'm insane remaining here.Thank for…whichever thing we've done.-
Finding the exit, I made only two steps when she caught up to me and kissing me. Her arms were around to my neck.
-You can pretender to be Hank, David ,but for me,you will ever be my love...-she whispered.
Although I thought she was crazy, I must admit I went too much fastly, but at least I exchanged with her an embrace and a kiss,very warmly.
I've gone wishing only a shower to forget another L.A. crazy girl.
Conclusion:I don't understand what happened,as usual.
daily mood: tired