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מעריצה מרוסיה שבאה לבית שלו במליבו ופגשה אותו שם!!!!!!!!!
I was going to visit Anthony in Malibu and my only goal was to take a few photos holding a flag near the fence outside his house, as well as John's house. I also wanted to leave a greeting card in his mailbox.
We arrived and parked on the other side of a narrow street. At first I wanted to park the car a few blocks away from there and go on foot, but mysterious forces stopped us))
While sitting in the car, I decided to look more closely to the windows of the house but there was no one there. However, the feeling of wildest excitement, which was apparent early in the morning reached its peak at that point, feeling as if I had to pass a carefully prepared exam.
So I took my greeting card and left the car with my companion standing beside it.
I'm looking at the mailbox, then I put the card in it and take a photo.
But then I heard “Look, there's someone looking out the window!”
I looked up and saw a young unknown girl watching me and saying something. I gave her a smile. I wasn’t really able to see the girl clearly, so I showed a photo of Helena Vestergaard to my husband and he managed to identify her))) Then I move to the gate so she can’t see me and my companion takes a picture of me. I put the flag into my bag and stare at the bell push. While reading the sign “do not disturb until 10 am” a thought buzzed in my head “It’s already 3pm so I’m allowed to ring the bell”
But eventually I didn’t have to ring it because suddenly I hear a shout from behind “Look! Kiedis looked out the window! Yellow shirt and a moustache!”. I stand there horror-struck, then I go to the fence and look up carefully. There’s nobody there. “But I’ve seen him, he’s at home!”
Then I hear a door slam and the gate creaks in front of me. The gate opens slowly. Really sloooowly… and there’s nobody there. But it cannot open all by itself, so I feel like something is coming.
But I could feel it was not a housemaid, I feel there had to be someone who could blow up the brains of thousands of people in endless ecstasy.
All poetry aside, mr. Phsyho Sexy was standing in front of me.
A yellow t-shirt I’ve recognized from photosets, some kind of pants, a baseball cap, wearing only socks.
“Hi, Anthony!” I said stunned. Then I realized how very small he was. Shorter than me (and my hight is 5.7).
He looks at me straight in the eye and then everything gets blurry as if in a dream.
- Hi, guys. You know, this is my house, my family lives here so I cannot let you in. It’s really not ok that you’ve come here
- Anthony, I am so sorry to bother you. I came from Russia and would like to leave a card in your mailbox and to thank you for your music!
His eyes pierced my soul, he doesn’t blink and doesn’t look away. Oh yeah, he’s noticed the print on my shirt and the flag. Of course he knew why I was there. He held out is hand. I HAD TO SHAKE THE HAND!
I shake it trying to memorize the sensation... His hand was warm and not very large, larger than mine. And it was cozy and comfortable to shake. All this time he did not look away. I dived headlong into his red, tired eyes and could feel it. I was so ashamed, just another silly fan-girl who invaded his personal space. And I am still ashamed.
- I understand, but it is not ok that you are here
- Yes, I see, Anthony! Thank you for everything and sorry for the intrusion. Good bye!
- Bye.
I went to the car. Then I turned around and saw this skinny man in his socks dragging empty trash containers in the yard in a business-like manner, looking at our corvette. Mr. Anthony Kiedis.