Anyone who knows me knows that I have been drawn to disordered relationships and people for as long as I can remember. With that in mind, follow me as I harass a pretty (busted) girl into letting me interview her over lunch.
It all began innocently enough. Years ago, after the movie Mean Girls, Lindsay began to waste away to nothing which is when I began to actually take notice. I mean sure, she was attractive enough in that movie I guess. I dunno, I kind of prefer the hooker/addict look she works with now. Although all of the cocaine had made her too skinny, I knew she would bounce back into a woman I could be into. So I mailed a letter to her manager.
To: Jason Weinberg
Untitled Entertainment
331 North Maple Drive
3rd Floor
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Phone: 310-601-2100
Jason,
I am writing today because I would like to conduct a non invasive, feel good, interview with Lindsay. What do I need to do to get her to grant me this interview.
Thanks,
Eric
“Go Team Lindsay”
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To: Team Lindsay
DBA Dollar Drafts HQ
10 Inches Dr.
Put it in Your Mouth, IL 65555
Eric,
We were pleased to receive your letter. These days it feels more like a public lynching whenever Lindsay steps outside. Its refreshing to hear from a true fan. So what sort of media outlet would this interview be shared on?
Thanks,
Jason
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To: Jason Weinberg
Untitled Entertainment
331 North Maple Drive
3rd Floor
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Phone: 310-601-2100
Jason,
Hey thanks for the response! I would simply post it on my blog. A quick Q & A over lunch. I have planned a picnic. Does Lindsay have any allergies I should be aware of? Although I haven’t posted in months, I believe this would drive tons of unique traffic to my page and I would paint her in such a positive light it could hopefully kick start her career. I mean, lets face it, type her name into Google today and it looks like you are doing a pretty shitty job managing her. Anyway, my blog got two hits just yesterday. Two visitors who after all this time giving any sort of shit what I have to say is two people I believe we can convince that Lindsay is still growing up as opposed to full on psychotic.
Unrelated note… “Untitled Entertainment” kind of sounds lazy. Maybe you should give it a title.
Thanks,
Eric
“Go Team Lindsay”
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To: Team Lindsay
DBA Dollar Drafts HQ
10 Inches Dr.
Put it in Your Mouth, IL 65555
I tell my team all the time that I hate the name of our company. These guys say that they are “simply hanging on until Lindsay finally dies and the ship sinks” so they don’t see the point in changing it.
Lindsay has agreed to your interview. How does September 4th sound? I will call you to confirm so we don’t have to wait for this terribly outdated method of communicating.
Thanks,
Jason
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The day was upon us. I was completely nervous. I think it was mostly fear though. You see, with Lindsay, she actually IS a psycho. She can arrive and be any number of different personalities we have seen over the years. I have to be ready for all of them. I prepared a checklist:
-Picnic blanket and basket
-fresh veggie sandwiches as well as turkey and cheddar (mayo and mustard packets, salt and pepper)
-strawberries and blue berries
-an assortment of chips and cookies
-freshly squeezed juices
-cell phone with voice recording app already installed
On the surface it was shaping up to be a lovely afternoon. However, in the event bad Lindsay arrived I was prepared for that as well.
A cooler in the trunk packed with seasonal beers and a 750 ml of vodka. Glasses as well as a water bottle so she could pretend she was sober. I left my wallet on the dashboard to tempt her. I slid my watch off and put it in the unlocked glove box. I rented a car and left the keys in the ignition and parked next to it when we arrived at the park. Her management team surely was bad at what they do.
She arrived this morning (Sept 5th) fashionably late by about 24 hours. I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and clutching the flowers I had purchased for her which had now wilted as I had not moved to water them. Her make up was smeared and she smelled like cigarettes. I think there was cum in her hair. I was into it though. Hell, I’ve had worse first dates.
She asked to use my bathroom before we head out. I obliged. I watched her as she walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. I had forgotten to hide my medicines. As a general rule of thumb though, I switch my antibiotics and painkillers into the others bottles. Who needs antibiotics.
We arrived at the forest preserve shortly after 11 am. I selected a great spot and laid the blanket down. She disagreed and wanted to move. She turned the blanket about four inches clockwise and declared it was now perfect. I didn’t see the point but I also didn’t argue. And so we began.
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I hadn’t even asked a question when Lindsay began to ramble.
Lindsay: So yeah, things are great… I’m currently reading three scripts for some major roles!
Me: …
Lindsay: In one role… I would be playing a princess… I would live in a huge castle made of drugs and jewelry and fancy cars piled on top of each other as though I crashed them just so to form a functional wall. There would be a handsome prince pursuing me romantically, as well as some second princess or whatever in case I feel like being a lesbian for a while.
*I shifted in my Indian style seat. The box of condoms in my back pocket was too bulky and I was uncomfortable. Apparently a manic Lindsay had arrived. She wasn’t gritting her teeth and her pupils were tiny, but it was also pretty sunny out. I had surmised this was indeed mania as opposed to a coke bender.
She continued on. I still haven’t asked a question.
Lindsay: In another roll, I will be a trophy wife of some super famous sports player. I forget what sport but its supposed to be based on a true story… OJ Simpson maybe? Does that sound familiar?
(I secretly look forward to this one)
She droned on and on and on and I honestly just stopped listening to the tape because it was so boring. I fast forwarded to this part here where I was finally able to break in with a word in edge wise.
Me: So Lindsay… why do you think your arms and face are breaking out into hives?
I smile knowingly.
Lindsay: I dunno but I didn’t take those painkillers.