We were in my funky apartment on the ocean side of the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. Still full of energy at 2 A.M., he asked if he could play his guitar on the deck when I said I had to sleep. I said, “Sure,” and left him looking out over the ocean and playing. I told him he could lock up after himself.
HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZE HOW LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT RIVER. I ONLY KNOW THE RIVER THE MEDIA SAYS HE WAS. AND THE RIVER HIS FRIENDS TELLS THE MEDIA ABOUT. NOT THE REAL RIVER. TOO LATE NOW BITCH YOU AINT GON' KNOW THE REAL RIVER EVER LOL TOO BAD I'M UGLY AND ANNOYING AND I WASN'T BORN ON THE 70s.