Greta hits rock bottom and trades in her Chardonnay for coffee. She moves to sunny Bombay Beach, Florida where she gets a new apartment in a quaint cottage, a new job and a new lease on life. She spends time at the beach soaking up the sun and reflecting on her past destructive relationships. She meets a mysterious married man Garth, who she keeps bumping into. Greta dates a local musician Jimmy, but after his untimely suicide she must find the cause of his death. She and her girlfriend Kat put on a concert with the help of magnetic club owner Sly and invite superstar Crash to perform all of Jimmy’s music. Will they discover why Jimmy took his own life?

Sly is a dazzling man, living the high life as owner of one of the towns hottest clubs, Voodoo. He has it all, wine, women, a beach house and a sister who has one of Hollywoods’ hottest cooking shows, Elvira! He cannot find love in his life, until he meets Greta. But is it too late to change his ways?


12. Sunburnt

Chapter 36


A man who gets divorced is not forever going to be talked about for it. There are very different standards that we have for women.


Bianca Jagger


Gath was meeting the architect at the site of the Chateau. They had to review the plans for the work to be done. It would be done in stages, starting with demolition of some existing spaces and the renovation of the suites.


He had ambivalent feelings about the project. It wasn’t that the project had destroyed his marriage after all, it was his fault he thought. Screw it. He would finish the damn thing and rake in the cash.


The architect was Russell Kind. He was very laid back, sort of a flower child in his approach to life. He showed up in his Zebra Jeep, wearing an African Safari hat, blue button shirt and beige walking shorts.


“Howdy Garth.” Said Russell.

“Hello Russell.” Said Garth.

“Lets take a walk around, shall we?”said Russell.

“Ok.” Said Garth.


They entered The Chateau. The interior space was high, with tall archways and a high ceiling with wooden beams across it. Russell pointed across the room.

“This main loggia area here needs to be completely opened up and expanded back to make room for the reception area.” Garth took notes and followed Russell around.


Garths’ thought turned to Greta. He felt like a heel for not calling her again. He was in too much turmoil now, maybe in time.


Then he thought of Sol. He still felt very angry that Joanne had been stolen away. Part of him wanted revenge on Sol, but he responsibly thought it was best to keep the peace, for the sake of the project.




Chapter 37


Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind.


Mick Jagger


Crash rode into Bombay Beach in a giant limousine. He was spread out in the back seat, surrounded by his posse, drinking some Labrot &Graham Woodford Reserve whiskey and wearing his cowboy hat on his long thin hair.


Gawkers on Atlantic Avenue stared at the giant limo as it made its way down towards Voodoo. There was a buzz in the air. It was Saturday night and the party was about to begin.


I stared in the mirror and brushed my hair. A little red lip gloss and I was done. I looked good, passable I thought. It was really exciting thinking about Crash. I put on my black leather mini-dress and heels. It looked hot. Jimmy would have been so excited. I drove to the club.


Sly was at the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Come on in darlin’, I got some people I want you to meet.” He said. He lead me around the club into the VIP room where all the important record industry executives were and some musicians. Kat came over and hugged me. We started to cry.


“Don’t cry, you’ll mess up your makeup.” I said. “I know, but I can’t help it. This is so emotional.” She said. “I wish he was here to see this.” I said


The show started and the band started to play. The drums were loud and pounding. Crash started to crank on his guitar and it was eerie how good it sounded.


The light show was awesome, video images flashed behind the band, making them into the guitar Gods they were.


We stood up at the front. I saw Debbie then, out of the corner of my eye. She was busy talking to sly. I immediately got jealous and wondered what they were talking about. He was smiling and laughing, then he hugged her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek.


“Look, she’s talking to Sly.” I said

“Better get your ass over there before she swipes him.” said Kat

“Wait! Listen, he’s doing Suicide.” I said

“Come on, let’s get down by the stage.” said Kat


We pushed by the media that was there in droves, men with large lense cameras and fans with cellphones. The light show was red and blue and Crash was bathed in an eerie blue light.


“Two hearts collide from deep inside rays of the night move through the light.” Crash sang. His guitar amp was on 10. “Face to face to make the grade why would you lie, its all suicide.”


Girls in the audience screamed and yelled his name. “Changes in life, nothing stays the same, in the blink of an eye, hello and goodbye, until we meet again.”


Kat and I stood transfixed. “Do you want to fly, touch the sky, I’ll be gone for awhile but I’ll be back to do my time.”


My heart was racing. That was the line he had told me the night we parted. “I’ll be back to do my time.” What did he mean by that? Did he know he was going to overdose that night? Had his plea to stay with me been a cry for help and I was too dense to notice it?



Chapter 38


I didn’t think I’d be around thirty years later.


Sammy Hagar


It was just past sunrise and I was sitting alone on the terrace of Slys’ pad. Small birds hopped about in the sand, dashing waves at their feet. The sun was a pale orange hue, spreading light across the sky. Early morning joggers were out at the beach, their Nikes kicking up sand while they forged ahead with determined bursts of energy.


Sly emerged from the master suite wearing his black terry cloth robe open to reveal his strong hairy chest. He kissed me and ran his hands through my hair. He tilted my face up to his.


“I like you with no makeup on” he murmured. “You look beautiful naturally.”


“Thank you.” I said. That was hard to believe. Why did men have this no makeup kick? “Last night was the best night of my life. It was the most exciting, emotional night I’ve ever had. Thanks Sly, for what you did for Jimmy.”


Sly smiled. “It was nothing darlin’…My pleasure.”


Marissa came out with two trays of healthy breakfast food. Wheat toast and marmalade, eggs, fresh papaya, orange juice and coffee. We started to eat and watched the joggers on the beach.


“Have you ever been to Aspen?” Sly asked.

“No, never been there.” I said while chewing on my toast.

“How would you like to go up there next weekend? I have a ski lodge there.” He smiled devilishly.

“Aspen? Sure!. I’ll bet its freezing there now.” I said

“Oh yes, that’s what they make fireplaces and hot tubs for.” he said.

“I’d love to go.” I said kissing him on the neck. There was something magical about Sly.


Suddenly I thought of Debbie and last night. She certainly had made a point to know Sly. Of course, she was after his money. She seemed to be more interested in schmoozing around than mourning the loss of her ex-boyfriend.


Jimmy had taken Debbie to Aspen, where she had cheated on him. Poor Jimmy. The fragile artist so trusting and gets hurt in the end.


I was really happy about the concert last night. Crash was sensational, he gave a performance to die for. It would be all over the media today. Maybe now finally Jimmys’ songs would be discovered and given the recognition they deserve. “Suicide” was a hit song. So was “Fire” and “Friends Like You.” There was no doubt about it.


So I was going to Aspen! Well, isn’t life grand? Here I went from broken hearted woman to being back in love again. Was I in love? I could be…if Sly would let me in to his heart. Maybe this was his way of asking me. Or maybe I was reading too much into this situation. Maybe he just didn’t want to be alone.


“A penny for your thoughts.” He said, studying my face.


“Oh, I was just thinking how life is full of surprises, that I’m here with you and loving every minute of it.” I said.


“That’s a good girl, you keep thinking that way.” He said. “I think I’ll take a dip in the water.”


I watched as he strode down the beach and jumped into the water and disappeared below the surface. I was lucky, I thought. This is too good to be true.



Chapter 39


Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

Bob Dylan


Jimmy said goodnight to Greta and continued down Lake Avenue. He stopped in the Cuban Café and listened to a band for awhile. He smoked a cigarette and dug his feet into the sandy floor. The band was good, but not as good as him. He did dig the guys’ amplifier.


That Greta chick had turned him down. No biggie. It was worth a try hitting that. But he knew tonight that he might stop by Debbies’ place. She would be in. He took a swig of his Budweiser. Deb would give him some love, she couldn’t resist him.


Phil spotted Jimmy from across the bar and came over to him. “Hey man, whats up?” Phil asked.


“Nothin’ much dude, how about you?” asked Jimmy.


“Ah, same old shit…..Good band huh?”Phil noted.


“Yeah, they’re alright. I like it. Good tone.” Said Jimmy.


“Listen, I got some good shit in the van. You want to come and check it out?” Phil asked.

“What you got?’ asked Jimmy.

“Good shit, real good shit. Some bathtub crank.”

“Okay, lets go.”


Jimmy followed Phil into the back parking lot. The decrepit van was parked way in the corner, out of the streetlights. The door opened with a loud squeak. The van was full of tools, hammers and construction materials.


“I’ve been doing some roofing.” Phil said. “Now, this is the shit.” Phil said producing a little baggie with smack in it.”Fifty bucks.”


Jimmy looked through his wallet. “I only got forty.” said Jimmy

“Sold.” said Phil

“Thanks man.” Jimmy said

“Its good shit, give you a nice high.” Said Phil

“What if I want more than just a high?” asked Jimmy

“Don’t do it all, all of it will kill ya.” Said Phil

“Thanks Scutter.” Said Jimmy


Jimmy put the bag in his jacket pocket and left the bar. He headed up North, up Lake Avenue and walked down J street to Debbies’ house. Her cat was sitting in front, guarding the house. The streetlight shone down on them.


“Hey Roscoe” Jimmy said, petting the cat behind her ears.

“Meow,”said the cat.

“Seen Debbie around? Is she home boy?” he asked.


The front door opened and Debbie stood in the porchlight, her blonde hair framing her face like a halo. She looked displeased.


“Jimmy? What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. I came to see you.” He mumbled.

“Jimmy, we are through. Our engagement is off. You can’t just hang out here anymore. I might have someone over.”she said annoyed.

“But you don’t right? Let me in Deb, for one beer.”

“Alright, come in…..”she said.


He entered the house. It was cold and clean, just like her. She was an ice queen bitch, he thought. The floors had worn wood, the walls were painted a light yellow and she had rock and roll prints on the walls.


She handed him a beer. “Here’s your beer, so, what did you do tonight? Did you play?”

“Yeah, I did. Vertigo…. It was cool.” he said

“What else did you do?”she asked

“Nothing. Just played, I told you that already woman.” He said softly

“Nothing? I heard from Todd that you were over at The Shack talking to some chick all night.”she said accusingly.

“Maybe I was. Why would that concern you if we’re through?” he asked.

“Cause you’re here, aint’cha?” she said. “That’s why you numbskull.”


They kissed passionately. Jimmy loved the way she felt, the way her lips tasted. “I love you Deb.” He moaned.


She pushed him away. “Stop it. Its over between us. You better leave…..You’re wasted.”


“Come on baby, let’s do it one last time.” He moaned, running his hands over her body. She pushed him away.

“We already had our last time the last time, remember?” she said. “Seriously, leave.” She said.




Jimmy looked hurt and confused. She was kicking him out.


“Okay babe….I’ll see you around all right…I’ll be back to do my time.” He said.


“Whatever.” She said and slammed the door shut.


Jimmy walked out into the dark night. He passed some drunks in the street, passed the Mexican bar on the corner with the Spanish music playing and the little mamasitas hanging outside. They hissed at him and the men sneered at him, calling him a Gringoand a pussy.


He climbed up the steps to his apartment and turned the key in the lock. It was dimly lit inside and he went into his room, as so not to disturb his roommate. He turned the small lava lamp on beside his bed and lit up a cigarette. He stared at the poster of Stevie Ray Vaughn on the wall.


“You were the best, man. The fucking best.” He said.


The fluorescent lights from the gas station outside his window illuminated the room. He picked up his old Fender Strat and began to play for awhile. He got tired, all of a sudden, so fucking tired.


The bag of smack fell out of his pocket on the bed. He took a needle and injected a hit into himself. He used the whole bag. He felt a slow heat climb all over his body. He forgot about Debbie and Greta and all the chicks that had rejected him. He felt good, so good, so far away from all of the fucking pain. He felt the world slip away, down, down, down into blackness.

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