Posted on 01/11/2014 6:19:53 PM PST by SamAdams76
And move to Mexico.
Alcoholism is a terrible thing. His problem is not a drinking problem his problem is a stopping problem (or as some of us might say a thinking problem).
Sometimes one’s bottom is death
Saying ‘no’ is not a possibility for the real alcoholic. It is an obsession of the mind and an allergy of the body. Consider yourself lucky to never have developed a craving for a drink that drives one to the gates of hell
Glad you had a moment of clarity. Not everyone does. Many die an awful death
My play on “Butch” Cassidy went unappreciated.
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, right over my head. I’ve had a long day and am fading fast... Now I get it. LOL.
Thank you, just what I was thinking too.
It goes doubly hard on those who reach the high point of their lives at a very young age, and then have decades of decline through which to suffer, bitterly clinging to what they once had.
Pity the David Cassidy's of the world.
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
No kidding. We all age until we stop.
But drinking. popping pills and smoking in your darkened living room, a darkened hotel room or a seedy darkened bar doesn’t slow the process, either of aging or of the dead stop.
I had the TV on today and there happened to be an episode of the Partridge Family. I noticed Susan Dey had the most beautiful, bright, turquoise eyes. She was very, very thin, though.
Yeah, but she had braces that could pick up radio signals.
I'm here all week and don't forget to tip you waitress.
I was visiting a friend in California, in ‘94, and we saw Susan Dey at the Johnny Rockets burger store in some town. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt like everyone else and trying to blend in.
sounds like the chairman of the board, circa 64 or so..
Imagine Susan Dey saying this today, 20 years after seeing you: “I was visiting a friend in California, in ‘94, and we saw Rabid Ralph at the Johnny Rockets burger store in some town. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt like everyone else and trying to blend in.”
When you switch it around like that, you can imagine what it must be like to be a celebrity (even a low-watt celebrity), and how hard it must be to even think about going and getting a burger at Johnny Rockets. You would know that everyone will remember you, what you were wearing, how you looked, if your hair was uncombed and you weren’t wearing makeup... even 20 years down the road...
What a tremendous burden for celebrities and former celebrities to carry around every single day.
Not fair, but that’s what it’s like being famous—yes, it was a trade-off they made.
I guess I don’t really feel sorry for them, I just empathize with their massive burden... not much fun.
David Cassidy is a good man. He’s been through some issues and he’s gone through a lot, and he’s far from perfect. But he’s the sort of guy who you’d want to be your friend.
Yes, from what I know as well.
I am sorry he continued to drink and drive. I hope he gets help.
“Well when you consider he IS Jack Cassidy’s son and the apple never falls too far from the tree.”
I see his mom died in 2012. (Evelyn Ward)
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