RIVER…

Almost every day I drive by the Viper Room. It is located on Sunset Boulevard, next to a dirty liquor store. I always try to look at the black sign above the club, that says who is playing tonight. You hardly know any band, and any band wouldn’t matter anyway. The only thing you will ever think of is River Phoenix,”OD”-ing in front of the club. It seems ages ago, it seems like another century, when River died, but you still think about it. How did his face look? How did he said good bye? Did he say good bye? Why was it a big deal that River left the “building” and afterwards everything in Hollywood seemed pointless for while? There just weren’t a lot guys with that aura on screen, who grew up with parents that belonged to a christian sex cult. You try to imagine that night, you wish there was a movie about that night and then are glad there isn’t a movie about that night, as it seems to be the most incredible horror one could imagine. When you are done thinking about the Viper Room night, you already passed a couple of stop signs and almost drove too far into Beverly Hills. River is still there, somewhere. I know it.