The lost son ~John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer

11. Hey, what would you say if I stay?

When I got off the plane, I felt the warm air hitting my face. I grabbed my suitcase and walked into the terminal. My grandparents were already waiting for me, waving their hands.

- Hey granny! And hey grandpa!

Gail almost broke my ribs. She was such a lovely person and had lots of love inside of her.

- Gosh, you make us feel so old! Don't call us that in public!

- You must be really hungry and tired, how long have you been touring for?

- From June till the half of September, well, I didn't even realize it was so long.

- John was always exhausted after so many concerts. He would just stay in his room and... Um...

- And what did he do?

- He would take tons of drugs. Yeah, I know that it's horrible but we basically let him do that for quite a long time.

- And then you threw him away.

- Come on Gail, he needed help, he was going to kill himself!

- But you didn't have to send him away, John!

- Ok, stop it, he's fine now, you did nothing wrong, dad loves you.

- Eventually. We haven't spoken to each other until 1999.

- By the way, I will call him now, he is probably worrying about me.

After few seconds I heard John's voice.

"Hey Josh, are you alright?"

"Yes dad, I'm fine. We are currently on the way home. Oh, and your parents wanted to tell you that they love you."

"Tell them I love them too. And of course you too. Hey, I must be finishing, Flea is coming over soon. I have to do some shopping."

"Sure dad. Can you ask him how is Clara doing? She has never responded to my message."

"Of course, bye Josh."

"Bye, see you soon."

*

I liked my new room a lot. It was spacious, comfy and the view from my balcony was amazing. I sat there, watching sun while it was setting behind the roofs of the skyscrapers.

After dinner I went back to my room and started to search for something interesting in the drawers. In the top one I found some old books and vinyls. They surely belonged to my dad. In the second drawer I found a picture. I couldn't believe my eyes. It showed my mom, laying naked on a bed. There was a handwriting on the back, saying: 'Your pussy's glued to a building on fire. I love you Anne'. Well, at least now I knew that they had had a great sex life. Under the picture, there was a record. I recognized the man on the cover. It was my dad, wearing women's coat and a hat. I bet he was also wearing lipstick. On the right bottom it said: 'To Clara'.

I quickly put the CD into an old player that was standing on the dresser. The first song was called 'As can be'.

'In your pussy I'm cumming
And I love you, and always had to
Thank God I found you'

I blushed. He was such a dork. But he must have loved my mother very much. The record was released in 1994, 6 years after they broke up. He must have been missing her all of the time.

I really liked 'My smile is a rifle', 'Running away into you' and 'Your pussy's glued to a building', of course. Although it sounded nothing like his new records, I still liked it.