"Good morning, New York Post home subscriptions, how may I help you?"
"Babe. It's Val."
"Excuse me? This is the New York Post?"
"Shit. I told the operator "New Mexico" Post. Alright, it doesn't matter. It can't wait until I'm back from Bulgaria. Tell them I'm in for this governor trip. Yes! It's all going just like me and Bill R. planned during that last smudge ceremony in Taos."
"Sir, this is the subscription desk. May I transfer your call?"
"Wha? Jezzushhhhh. Fine, let me talk to my old gal Cindy A. She still owes me for that night in 1981. I was a boy, and she made me a man. A man with memories."
Silence, then, "Please hold."
*******
For a minute there, I was scared that we wouldn't have anything to talk about now that the election is over. The good guy won and that stone cold bitch is back in the Hinterland where she belongs. End of story.
Sure, we can look forward to the (nine-fingered) iron fist of Rahm Emanuel, which I suspect will provide hours of entertainment.
But that's a sophisticated chuckle over name brand liquor, not the fervent, emotional hoots and hysterical tears cried into pitchers of beer, not the emotional roller coaster we got addicted to over the past few months. That kind of excitement is over.
Or so I thought...
It never occurred to me that Julliard drama school graduate, coke whore lover and all around genius Val Kilmer was waiting in the wings be the next candidate of our heart.
Mr. Kilmer is legend in my home for his star turn in The Doors. You really haven't lived until you've endured enjoyed Chief and his brother The Artistic One doing dueling impressions of:
- Val-Jim on hallucinogens in the desert!
- Val-Jim slurs the lyrics to every Doors song!
- Val-Jim ruins Thanksgiving! (Sometimes I help by playing the Meg Ryan part: "Jim Morrison, you have ruined Thanksgiving for the last time! Mime throwing mashed potatoes. Thwack!)
As if that performance wasn't enough to make you love him, let's not forget Val's work in Top (Gay as Tim) Gun, Willow and The Island of Doctor Moreau, where he went bite for bite with scenery chewer Marlon Brando.
Plus, he's the voice of KITT. Yes, the sarcastic car from Knight Rider. What can't Val do?
Yesterday, just in time to rescue me from boredom and depression, Val confirmed, via a cell phone call from Bulgaria, that he is "mulling over" a run for Governor of New Mexico when Bill Richardson receives his appointment to some role (maybe Secretary of State?) in the Obama Administration.
Before you laugh, why the hell not? Val has lived in New Mexico for 25 years. He knows how to work a popularity contest in the media. He certainly can't chase more skirts than Bill Richardson. Plus, he needs to start somewhere, and soon, if he's going to be a credible candidate in 2016 after eight glorious years of President Obama.
Say hello to Governor Iceman! Suck it Tom Cruise!
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