Julian's not at the house in Bel Air, but there's a note on the door saying that he might be at some house on King's Road. Julian's not at the house on King's Road either, but some guy with braces and short platinum-blond hair and a bathing suit on lifting weights is in the backyard. He puts one of the weights down and lights a cigarette and asks me if I want a Quaalude. I ask him where Julian is. There's a girl lying by the pool on a chaise longue, blond, drunk, and she says in a really tired voice, 'Oh, Julian could be anywhere. Does he owe you money?' The girl has brought a television outside and is watching some movie about cavemen. 'No,' I tell her. 'Well, that's good. He promised to pay for a gram of coke I got him.' She shakes her head. 'Nope. He never did.' She shakes her head again, slowly, her voice thick, a bottle of gin, half-empty, by her side. The weightlifter with the braces on asks me if I want to buy a Temple of Doom bootleg cassette. I tell him no and then ask him to tell Julian that I stopped by. The weight-lifter nods his head like he doesn't understand and the girl asks him if he got the backstage passes to the Missing Persons concert. He says, 'Yeah, baby,' and she jumps in the pool. Some caveman gets thrown off a cliff and I split.
( Bret Easton Ellis )
[ Less Than Zero ]
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