Nina's house is filled with two of my favorite things. Clothes and books. Nina leaves out racks and boxes of men's clothes for me whenever I watch the house. I can take anything and everything. The library's books are sadly not to be taken off the property.
It is possible to lose yourself in the giant Malibu mansion. Trust me. The first few times it is jarring, but now I find it exciting. I climb into a new wardrobe, grab a book, and I wander the halls and rooms in search of uncharted territory. These thoughts are what I focus on as I drive from Hollywood to Malibu.
Five minutes before eight. Monday morning. I arrive and say hello, goodbye to Nina. I decide to wait on the inside of the house for now and sit by the pool. I strip down to underwear and lay out in the sun. Two hours later I'm inside rummaging through the racks of menswear. I try on my favorites and organize the garments. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. Yes. No.
I open a bottle of DICE-UP. Three Pills. Six Hours. I leave the clothes and venture into the library. I read. I vape. Read. Book. Vape. Book. Words. I look around the library. Man.
The fucking lemon tree man! Right there. Reading a book. Blink. Man. Blink. Man. I stand up and slowly creep towards him. Eyes wide. Keep eyes open. Blink. Fuck. Man. Still reading. The man looks up at me. Blink. Gone.
In the kitchen, I find a Soilent protein shake and hope that food is what my body lacks. I am just hungry. I nibble on arugula and feel proud. I just needed to eat. Problem solved.
I lie in bed and smoke the hash vape. I prefer the small guest room downstairs near the front door. The larger rooms in the back of the mansion and upstairs are a deep jungle. The hash calms me down. I decide I am hallucinating. Obviously. There are worst things. I'm getting paid to sit around in a house and try on clothes. Fuck it. As I come to terms with losing my mind the man walks into the bedroom and sits on the end of the bed. He stares at me. Blink. Blink. Man. Blinkblinkblinkblink. Man. He watches me for an hour. I vape and stare back.
I swallow four DICE-DOWN pills. Eight hours. I say goodnight to the man and close my eyes.
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GUY FRIDAY
General Fictionguy Friday- noun a man who acts as a general assistant in a business office or to an executive and has a wide variety of especially secretarial and clerical duties. GUY FRIDAY: The man who helps you with everything, more of a servant than a friend...
