Last night at 2:45 a.m., while I was in exhausted slumber, A. hung out with rock star X., who shall go unnamed, who rambled and raved high on E., heroin and Big C, on Sunset Blvd. While shooting a music video. X. performed with puke all over his shirt and mismatched socks and the crowd went crazy. Later, on the back seat of A's car, he parted his beard hair, and A saw a ring of crusted coke around his right nostril. A said in the wee hours, it looked as though his car were floating on clouds with X's feet dangling of the trunk. Such a beautiful image.
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