Chase liked to enjoy himself as much as the next guy.
"Sure I've got a bit of a habit but doesn't everybody these days?" It's something he often said to Ray after a day managing the accounts at Forster & Goldestein and several expensive whiskeys. Ray either didn't seem to mind or care about Chase's conversational unoriginality, he probably didn't care, sometimes it felt like no-one cared.
"Besides, what's a couple of lines of charlie in the evening, at least i'm not one of those stinking hippies, taking acid and getting naked." Chase persevered.
By now Ray had lost interest in him completely, he was eying one of the bar maids hungrily. Ray pocketed his red rimmed glasses and with them the look of a shark circling it's prey, replacing it with s smirk of smug indifference. This is how it always happened and if Chase didn't follow suit Ray would think he was a fag. He knew the drill, he had to give Ray a few minutes before joining him.
Chase made his way through the emptying bar to the restroom, the door swung noiselessly shut behind him drowning out the Dodgers overturning the Yankees for the first time in eighteen years and winning the world series. There was a guy standing at the basin, he could have been Ray - or Chase for that matter - they all looked the same. A fine cut, pin striped suit in smoked charcoal from Harvey's The Tailor on the corner of Sunset and Calgary, shiny cuff links, a crisp new shirt and bright tie topped off with precisely combed back hair. His face wasn't important, nobody looks at that anyway. The clone was inconspicuously checking his nose in the mirror and when Chase's eyes met his reflected gaze, there would have been a moment of mutual understanding if the clone hadn't been so racked with paranoia. He made some incomprehensible noises and exited hurriedly leaving Chase with his thoughts which quickly turned to the cigarette case of white powder he was carrying in his jacket pocket. He moved into a cubicle and time sped up, he emerged moments later like an insect from it's cocoon shucking off his redundant husk of insecurity and compassion. He looked in the mirror and whilst the red eyed beast that snarled back at him was not recognisable as Chase, he found it reassuringly familiar.
Time continued to accelerate and his memory could only hold snapshots of the evening like cheap CCTV. He's telling a joke to the bar maids with Ray. He's leaving with a girl in each arm, Ray has three. The blond is sitting on the brunette's lap in the passenger seat of his convertible white Porsche as he guns dangerously down the freeway. The brunette is staring out at the sea from his glass fronted apartment, champagne in hand. The blond is dancing to the radio, it sounds like something hippies would listen to. Chase takes another line from the glass coffee table to his side, the edges of the world blur and swirling colours saturate his vision. He strides up to the HiFi and puts this song on. He clasps the girl's hands in his and as the music melts into their ears her body melts into his.
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If you fancy acting out your own My Girls inspired fantasy then you'll like this:
The band are putting together a video for the track and want YOU to be in it. Follow the five easy steps below to achieve INTERNET IMMORTALITY.
1) Download the Animal Collective – My Girl cover from the link above. Using iMovie and your iSight camera (if you're on a PC that’s cool just use whatever the equivalent is) film yourself dancing to the track.
2) You can dance, narrate a scene, wear masks, fancy dress, anything really but please keep it clean.
3) Please keep video takes around 30 seconds (but you can do as many as you like). This will keep file sizes small enough for us to use on Media Fire / You Send it etc.
4) Try and keep the shots well lit with as much natural light as possible – we do want to be able to make you out.
5) Compress the recording into a Zip file send it to us via Media Fire / You Send It etc. Please send all footage to kinema.info@googlemail.com ASAP!
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that blonde is HOT!
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