James Franco has already tried once to clear his name from Lindsay Lohan's sex list of alleged lovers, claiming the two never slept together. Now he's hoping to hammer home that message once again.
In his latest short story, "Bungalow 89," penned for Vice's fiction issue, Franco delves into the details of just how much he never slept with Lohan during the time they spent together at Chateau Marmont. The actor had previously discussed the non-event during an appearance on Howard Stern's radio show. Franco wrote in Vice:
Once upon a time a guy, a Hollywood guy, read some Salinger to a young woman who hadn’t read him before. Let’s call this girl Lindsay. She was a Hollywood girl, but a damaged one.
"Bungalow 89" is supposedly fiction, but it seems like it might be grounded in reality, judging by Franco's description of Lohan, whose advances he explicitly rejects not once, but twice:
I ran my fingers through her hair and thought about this girl sleeping on my chest, our fictional Hollywood girl, Lindsay. What will she do? I hope she gets better. You see, she is famous. She was famous because she was a talented child actress, and now she’s famous because she gets into trouble. She is damaged. For a while, after her high hellion days, she couldn’t get work because she couldn’t get insured. They thought she would run off the sets to party. Her career suffered, and she started getting arrested (stealing, DUIs, car accidents, other things). But the arrests, even as they added up, were never going to be an emotional bottom for her, because she got just as much attention for them as she used to get for her film performances. She would get money offers for her jailhouse memoirs, crazy offers. So how would she ever stop the craziness when the response to her work and the response to her life had converged into one? Two kinds of performance, in film and in life, had melted into one.
And in case you didn't understand before, Franco's story attempts to make it crystal clear that he doesn't belong on the "Mean Girls" star's sex list, writing:
"Now we were lying in bed. I wasn't going to fuck her. She had her head on my shoulder. She started to talk. I let her."
Okay, Franco, we get it.
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