CRAVING FREDDIE

Part 29:The Red Gate

This chapter might be a  little boring or better still,  a rehash, but poor Freddie has to talk to someone.  How he gets into so much trouble stems from a song tucked into his pants- I Want To Break Free. That type of freedom certainly has consequences. BTW, this really is Eddie Murphy's front gate. Please comment, I love hearing from all of you.

"Eddie, it's Freddie, are you free?" Freddie asked.

"Yea, Freddie, come on over, you have the address, it's on Benedict Canyon and it's got a giant bright red gate. Just announce yourself and it will open" Eddie said.

Freddie rode in silence on the way to Eddie not knowing what he was going to say. He had to speak with someone, this was a horrific situation, and he only  had himself to blame.  My Lord, so close to our lyrics he thought. Life follows art. Art follows life.     

The song keeps on threading thru Freddie's brain. How can he even explain it coherently. It's convoluted, complicated and confusing.

The driver pulled up to the red gate, holy cow, Freddie thought, this is some piece of real estate.

"Mr. Mercury" the driver announced to the box at the gate and the doors swung open.

They pulled up to the front of the house and Freddie was at a complete loss for words. Eddie was outside to greet him and taking one look at Freddie put his arm around his shoulder and said "what the fuck, Fred?"

They entered Eddie's house and while Freddie's Garden Lodge was a 28 room mansion, this was on  another whole playing field. 

"Vodka tonic?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, make it a double" Freddie answered. Eddie's eyes rose thinking, some major shit went down.

Freddie drained the glass and handed it back to Eddie.

"Another Fred?" Eddie asked walking towards the bar.

" Please" Freddie answered.

Eddie

I waited for Freddie to start speaking, he was obviously under a lot of stress and something seemed to be tearing him apart. It's funny, I only just met the guy a few days ago, but we seemed to be drawn together by some kind of cosmic destiny. I feel I understand him although he is a very complicated man. I feel his suffering, I hope I can help him, whatever it is.

Freddie sat at the edge of a plush chair, leaned forward, spread his legs, rested his forearms on his thighs and held his drink in the middle.  He fidgeted a  bit, took another sip and looked around the room. He didn't really know where to start.

Freddie

I already told you how I met Heddie when we were at Musso's and I told you how I left her. I guess the fates really wanted us to get back together and we met again at Diamonds. I had no idea this was her restaurant. We had an argument and  you saw how I reacted and what I said to her. The next day I found the largest bouquet of flowers available and went to her apartment only to find her with another guy. I threw the flowers at her, told her I never wanted to see her again and left the apartment. This you already know. I was slowly getting to the point and my hands started to shake.

"Freddie, if you didn't murder anyone, I need you to calm down." Eddie said starting to worry.

I'm, I'm just recounting what transpired so I can get to the point. Okay, now we went to Spago and then to the Troubadour. Roger found someone and so did I. I was going to use the limo but Roger was already in it. This girl, Jessica, said her car was outside and we could  go to her apartment. Maybe it was foolish for me to go with a complete stranger. My God, I think about that now, no security, not my city not my state and not my country. It was foolish, but... well.... the sex was great.