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I was a midnight stranger. I walked accross night desert and it was so hard to be under this hard fucking warm smell of colitas. All air was full of it. It seems that even my soul was under colitas' smell. It was really really hard... Lonley moon whispered to me with it sad sad moonlight - you even don't understand what is your way. I walked alone among black cactuses and only rattlesnakes and lizards were my fellow travellers. I took my little silver Hohner and started playing some variations of Hoochie-Coochie. I was tired with walking. It was hard and midnight hot tried to kill my last minds.
I walked alone, just heard the coyotes cried in the midnight under the big white californian moon. Midnight heat was really unforgettable. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I was thinking about tasty meal - big piece of bacon and good bottle of whisky. My imagination had cooperated with my hunger and a tasty meal adventures appeared behind my eyes. I swallawed more and more times, but terrible thirst didn't left me. I thought that I'd stepped across the maddness line which separate me and reality.
Don't ask me how I found myself in this unpleasent desert... I just walked by the highway - just like a preety cowboy - blue jeans and sude shoes, white statson (wind took it away some hours ago) and checked shirt... Truck driver said me something like - good luck, man - but his last words sinked in the powerfull roar of Canterpillar engine.
I walked and walked... I had to stop for the night somewhere in this desert. Little scorpion tried to beat my shoe with it sting - little foolish ugly spider... I stepped on it... Yeah! Beatlejuice!!... I tried my flask. It was empty. HUH! No whhisky, no life, really... And this fucking monotonous landscape...
Suddenly I saw a girl... And more... Really - she stood on the doorway of a hotel! It was like god's present there. I was thinking to myself - it's
impossible! it's like a coin - one of two - if it's not heaven it must be a hell...
Then girl answer on my minds - Hey, Mister! You are lookin' like a bull shita. Com over here!
She lit up a candle and showed me the way. I heard some voices while I followed her up dirty corridors of this paradise. It seemed to me that one of them said - welcome, jerk, come to us to live forever. It was strange and mistic, but i was tired, so thought that it was just my imagination.
The blondy didn't stop her chat with funny Texas accent - Buddy, you can finda goodaa rooma and fooda there any time of year! We call thees lovely place - our fucking prisona but vaceros will shoot everybady who say on that hole samthin' withouta respect.
Her mind was tiffany-twisted, she was really chatterbox and in five minutes she tells me that she has a Mercedes Benz, that Miss Robins died there, that her kitty has brown tail and big blue eyes, that moon give her another victim tonight, that all her boys are just friends and something else... I was so bad and didn't heared her... I just dreamed about a supper, whisky and big soft bed.
I asked about whater and after a minute she gave me a big jug of cool and sant liquid. After some swallaws I came to life again. Even made a smile!
Then this lady (not a girl any more) showed me the place near the bar. It was tidy and candles' lights played on the black wood.
So, I called up the Captain - please, bring me my wine! The old man answered - stop your dreams, vacero, we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine.
Suddenly I saw that it was my brother which died in sixty nine trough his biker's maddness... The cold horror occupied each cell of my soul and body...
What hell are you doing here - I said to my brother after a longest minute in my life. - No! Shit! You are not...
The only answer I heared - i don't remember you.
In the rage I ran out but saw on the courtyard a lot of people. Thay danced with sad country rockabilly surf in the sweet summer sweat. I saw on their faces that some of them trying to forgot, except those ones who tried to remember.... I started falling in the dark abbys losting consciousness.
I don't know when, but they wake me up - misterious voices from far away called to me with their ugly laugh - welcome to us to live forever, welcome to this lovely Hotel, man! You were a nice surprise for our enternity! Welcome!
In the sweat i lied on my big white bed, watching the quick mirrors on the ceiling. There was a glass with rose champagne in ice on a little wood table near my bed. The beautifull blondy without any texas accent said to me - we all just prisoners here... One time a year all those you saw on gathered for the feast in the master's chambers. The bist is ugly and terrible and each time they tried to bit it with their steely knives... But they just can't kill it.
Last thing I remember in this nightmare, I was running for the door. My only dream was to find myself in the dark hot desert, I was before this surreal place. I heared from the back - Relax. It was a voice of my brother. I ignored it... But the night man's voice hemed my lags - You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave the Hotel.
...Losting one, making holly smoke, playing my silver Hohner some variations of Hoochie-Coochie, I can blame only myself, not a truck driver, that I found myself in the Hotel of California.