Laurel Canyon Page #7

It'd totally burn me out.

- Hello.

- Hi.

You're right on time.

He's friendly, he's a pussycat.

You see that? He likes you already.

Come on in, I'll show you the house.

I want you to take the gown

out of your bag, Gloria, and put it on..

This isn't appropriate for public.

You don't understand the naked.

Naked is intimacy.

I am here with you.

There is no shame.

There is no separation.

And...

... I am not ill.

Yes, you are ill Gloria.

And I have no need for a green synthetic

nighty used to conceal the essence

of my simple skin

and my aching soul.

in the barren desert that is this land.

I'm moving in with my son

in Costa Mesa.

He thinks I'm lonely.

The truth is, he's lonely.

Sweet kid, he just

can't seem to connect.

Me and my wife lived here 40 years.

It's lovely.

Really. It's really lovely.

You seem like a very nice person.

I Hope you take the place.

I don't know about trust.

Maybe she just needed a nap or something.

Believe me, she's been

belligerent with everybody else.

I dealt with her last year.

I just listened to her, really.

Well, listening

is better than medicating,

no matter what they tell you.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hi, how are you?

- Fine thanks you?

- Fine thanks.

Did I leave you enough room?

Yes.

See you in the morning.

Another day at the office.

- All right?

- Hey. How you doing?

- Good. You?

- Okay.

Hey! Come on in the water.

It's delicious.

Maybe later. Thanks.

You're always welcome.

In fact more than welcome.

Obviously you're welcome.

It's your house.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Someone else got there first.

The house was gone.

It won't be the worst thing

to stay here a little longer.

It's comfortable.

Well, depends on

your definition of comfort.

I mean I'm hardly even here,

it's not for me. It's for you.

Is it?

- Can you give me some lemonade?

- I'll see at the some around.

- How did you sleep?

- I don't know.

Whatever you gave me,

it took me down.

I felt full drugged.

You were drugged.

- I don't like downers.

- No, you weren't liking the uppers either.

I told you not to call my house.

Look, I have to contact your family

while you're underage. It's the law.

My mom is gonna kick my ass.

I mean, she's freaking now, but she's gonna

torch my ass when I get out of here.

Why are things so wrong

with your mom?

I don't know.

You seem like you do.

She doesn't get me, alright?

She's in my face over my grades,

my hair, my friends, tattoos...

All that sort of sh*t, you know.

I can do nothing right.

So why should I care?

- F***!

- What?

- I missed a punch, f***ed up.

- Mickey, sweetheart.

Could you just keep that

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