wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

2. dear vincent.

13/04/1981

I had woken up at 7 am, felt like being productive so I had a quick hot shower, got ready and headed out.
One of the reasons why I chose to live in Miami is because the percentage of paparazzis is very small. They are quite trivial here, well, most of the time.

I took my book, Human, All Too Human by Friedrich Nietzsche with me, which Fiona had gifted to me for Christmas since she's german and is deeply into german philosophy and classic literature. When you dive in it deep enough, it can be very enjoyable.
Nietzsche's concepts can be relatable, or at least to me. I'm glad she got me this book.
I headed out to town by the bus since I didn't bother driving myself there. Walked around town, killing some time until I discovered a snug, cozy café and stepped in, ordering myself a bitter black coffee as I've been severely sleep deprived for the past year and a half now.

I spent some time in the café, sipping on my coffee and reading the book until I left and thought of what to do next. Do I go back home or do I spend some more time walking round town on my own?
As I was walking down the hazy streets of Miami I spotted a phone booth. This is it. This has to be a sign. Quickly making my way into the phone booth, I popped in a coin and started digging deep into my fur coat's both pockets, desperately trying to find the miniature piece of paper I had written Vincent's number on back in the day. Found it.

"Hello?" Answered a high-pitched raspy voice through the payphone, approximately 30 seconds into ringing.

"Vince?"

"Oh my fucking god— Val?" Hearing the contented surprise in his voice immediately brought a warm smile to my face as if it was a physical reflex.

"I'm sincerely sorry I haven't kept contact with you for like, ages—"

"Val, stop don't worry about it I get it. I'm too glad to be hearing from you right now to be pissed at you for not keeping contact with me." Almost momentarily getting cut off by him.

"Listen, Vince, I was just thinking of taking a serious break from my career and I was thinking of maybe reuniting with you? We could hang out n stuff like the old times?"

"Fuck yes, Val. I've missed you." Thanking god for the vibe still being the same as years ago.

"I've missed you too, Vincent."

"How you been? Makin' good money off your shows?"

"Well, to be honest, yes. But the past two years have been very exhausting and isolating." I answered his question with pure honesty as he really has been one of the- if not the only person i've ever been entirely honest with in my entire life.

"Listen, Val, I'm heading out with a friend in a minute so I don't have much time right now but for your information, I'm still in Tampa so if you need a place to stay you can come and stay at mine. I'd be happy to see you and I could introduce you to my new friends."

"Thanks so much Vince, you really are the best, huh. Well have a good time, I'll give you a call either later tonight or tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, love you"  He tells me.

"Love you too." The conversation ended as he hung up the phone and I walked out of the phone booth satisfied with my accomplishment.

Walking, getting closer and closer to my house next to a forest and a highway, I decide to crash at Fiona's for a moment to inform her about me and Vincent as she lives next door to me. We got along so well that she moved in next to me a few months ago.