She Didn't Wanna' Go to Rehab

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Twenty-seven years old and Amy Winehouse is dead. Now, every person that ever met her is appearing on radio and television to talk about how talented she was and how they wish she would have beat down her addictive and self-destructive behavior.

Isn't that always the way? Everyone saw it coming, but there was no way to stop it.

I'm not being critical here because there really isn't any way that you can slow down that train. She was a wreck.

It came.

Destructive, addictive behavior is something that we all face, right?

I must admit that I've toiled in all sorts of self-destruction. I have a hammer in one hand to build things with and a torch in the other to burn down the things I've built.

We all do.

Whether it's drugs and booze or gambling, or sex-addictions...whatever, it's all over the news.

There isn't a person in the world who doesn't feel as if they are on top of it either.

I marvelled at the drug parts of the Keith Richards book. He hated heroin, but he couldn't stop taking it. He stopped taking it, cleaned up, swore it off forever, and then went back to it in a matter of hours. He's been off of it for over 20 years and he still misses it every day. Richards was a guy making millions and being cheered on by thousands and thousands, and nothing was close to how he felt, killing himself.

Amy Winehouse, that dude from Nirvana, Jim Morrison, John Entwistle of the WHO, that over-rated drummer from Zeppelin (that's for you, Matt), one after another. Chris Farley, River Phoenix, Heth Ledger...on and on and on.

None of them could stop the train from derailing.

And if you think they are the minority, imagine what the hell is going on in real life. Millions upon millions suffer every day.

"I can stop if I want to."

What a shame, huh? Not that I was a fan or her music, but 27 and unable to cope with fame and money and just plain living?

The moment the rehab song hit the charts someone should have grabbed her by the hair and made her stay there until it was all taken care of. I guess she had tried, but man!

Twenty-seven.

That's too young to quit on anything, isn't it?

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Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
It's so very sad. . . 27!
27 July, 2011
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