Dear Kurt,
I ventured out in Hollywood tonight, catching a couple live bands at a local bar on Sunset and as I was eating a bite of my burrito I caught a glimpse of a familiar looking building that I've written more than a couple scenes for a few of my screenplays within its walls.
I'm unaware of how often you spent your time on the L.A. scene but I do remember a particular story where you were discussing with a group of people, just months before your own death... you spoke tragically of the passing of an astoundingly sweet and talented individual -- River Phoenix.
I've studied this topic extensively. I've written and I've written scene after scene for this lost boy's story, and I just couldn't find the spirit of it. But tonight, as I glanced up at this eery, somewhat haunted hotel known as the Chateau Marmont... I could not draw my eye from it.
So much history, so much life -- so much death -- had taken place between its walls. Namely the story of young River. His life almost took several tragic turns within the walls of the room he holed himself up in before the Viper Room finally did the trick. I was thinking again and again what it would be like to go back in time, and capture that very moment -- the moment I could grab him by the hands and save him. Just save him.
Just save him.
Such history. Such sadness. Why him??
Why you?
Such sadness.
Goodnight, Peace and Love.
Empathy.
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