Live Fast, Die Young
December 2022
The girl had good technique, but Vincent Friday wasn’t feeling it. One of his hands came off the steering wheel to grip a fistful of her hair. Her head bobbed up and down between his thighs to the tune of Valhalla, the best-received of Vince’s many tracks about sin and fame in the City of Angels.
Appropriate. The Hollywood sign had whizzed by earlier as his red LaFerrari tore through the silence of Mulholland Drive at dawn. Hell, courting death at 120mph on a hill-hugging road gave him more of a kick than the girl’s teeth scraping his flesh.
“Fuck…”
Valhalla carried on about snorting cocaine with skinny models, and suffocating on sex like David Carradine. The girl intensified her efforts in time with the lyrics. Vince groaned. She took him so deep, he touched the back of her throat. His careless hold on the steering wheel loosened even further.
“Fuck me…”
His scheduled tweet went live just then, followed by a flurry of notifications flooding his device mounted on the dashboard. His ardent fans worried for his wellbeing. His haters accused him of murder. You either die a hero, he’d quoted from his favourite movie, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
“Famous last words,” Vince muttered to himself, his fingers adrift. The hot-tongued girl on his lap, oblivious.
The Dead Man’s Curve past Laurel Canyon popped up right on cue.
Faster than a bullet, the hypercar swiped the bend, and flew straight ahead off the edge… towards the sky. The gates of Valhalla awaited, sang Vincent Friday to himself. His head jerked backwards with the plunge, and he caught his lazy grin in the rear-view mirror, his eyes glazed over with ultimate ecstasy.
He locked gazes with his reflection, and the world stopped spinning for the briefest of seconds. It left him numb, suspended in a blank-faced trance above the graveyard of the damned. Was this supposed to hurt? Valhalla beckoned, and he felt nothing.
Then the illusion dispersed, and the million-dollar vehicle crashed and burned just the same as all the others in the valley beneath.
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Vi(n)ce
@devilofvalhalla
“You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”
6:50 AM - Dec 11, 2022 - Twitter Web App
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Lol, you got that one right…
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OMG is Vincent Friday ok??...
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Somebody needs to do a mental health check on V stat…
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Harvey Dent would be proud of you, you two-faced motherfucker…
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ODILE PROCTOR IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!...
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Ohhh noooo V please say that you’re okaaaay…
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V for Villain…
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Ok now I’m worried. Wtf is going on??? This isn’t right…
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MURDERER!...
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Whether he’s guilty or not, he shouldn’t have to die because of this…
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Somebody please tell me this is not a suicide note…
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First Odette, now Odile… he killed them both CHANGE MY MIND…
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Naomi McNamara - Mon 12 Dec 2022 15:00 PST
End of an Era: The Supernova Demise of Vincent Friday
The singer, aged 27, did not go gentle into that good night. But why – and who was with him?
Grief is a strange thing. It is universal, yet deeply individual. It doesn’t care whether you are rich or poor, young or old, sick or healthy. It strikes, and then you have to deal with it.
Vincent Friday is dead, due – perhaps – to his own grief over Odile Proctor’s passing. The performer who had propelled his debut album to fame, and had every chance to reignite his meteoric rise after a period of stagnation. One may consider Friday’s well-timed tweet a final farewell.
However, the facts of the matter would beg to differ. According to initial police reports, Friday was unfortunately not alone when his red LaFerrari, the iconic automobile that often featured in his opulent music videos, swerved off the infamous Mulholland Drive.
There was a passenger who went to Valhalla with him. And while Friday’s not-so-effortless Hollywood smile helped put a name to his charred remains – extensive dental records proved a positive match – the identity of his passenger has yet to be determined.
A female passenger, it would seem, which has fuelled wild speculations online. What was Friday doing that caused him to lose control of the vehicle and crash so spectacularly? Questionable in-car entertainment, perhaps?
Of course, knowing him, the possibility would not be so far-fetched, yet I do still wonder. The Las Vegas headliner that should have restarted his career plunged him into a catastrophe. Odile Proctor had been a personal friend, the twin sister of his late girlfriend, Odette Proctor.
So how could he outrun grief? Did it finally catch up with him?
The LVMPD inquiry into the safety measures taken to protect the performers is still ongoing. Those findings were due to be reported on this week, but Jun Yang was unavailable for comment on the rumors surrounding that tragic night.
Now the LAPD have joined the fray, and are expected to make further statements by the end of the day. Forensic teams are searching Friday’s Malibu mansion for clues, and have requested federal assistance in locating a dental match for the female victim.
Meanwhile, the rest of us are left to grapple with the reality that Vincent Friday is no longer. Gone too soon, if you ask some. Not soon enough, according to others.
Rumors abound that Friday may have cut corners in Vegas, to save cash. He is even alleged to have sabotaged the rigging on purpose, to make an even bigger ‘splash’ with his comeback show.
This stems from the rediscovery of his Swan Song soundtrack album, which skyrocketed to the top of the charts following Odette Proctor’s death of a cocaine overdose five years ago. She was only 21.
Now Twitter is abuzz with amateur sleuthing into Friday’s doings and dealings over the years that would put the FBI to shame.
He is blamed for enabling Odette’s cocaine addiction, if not downright causing it.
Newly emerging photos of him and one of the Proctor twins have given rise to suspicions that he may have broken Jun and Odile up before the ballerina’s passing.
The dubious degree of premeditating his demise has led others to theorize that he simply wanted to join the 27 Club in style.
Whatever the case, Vincent Friday did not die an ordinary star. He extinguished himself in a supernova explosion and mere mortals like us can only marvel at the aftermath.
And wonder whether Odin has let him into Valhalla.
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Did he seriously KILL ANOTHER GIRL just so he could die while getting head?!?!…
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This cannot be happening… I still can’t believe it…
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I’d only just seen him perform in Vegas last month…
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Yo, somebody call my man Jun and tell him justice has been served…
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VINCE NOOOO…
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Where *is* Jun Yang? I feel like he’s fallen off the face of the Earth since Odile died. And I was really looking forward to them getting back together. Shit. Poor guy.
