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‘Entourage’ Alternate Ending – Vincent Chase Dies; A Personal Revelation and Song of the Day

I stopped watching ‘Entourage’ awhile back. My husband and I just got bored with the same old story-lines, but did want to find out how the HBO series would end.  While it was an interesting ending, it sure was wrapped up in a Tiffany Blue Box.  That’s not real-life.

While reading a favorite celebrity blog of mine, Crazy Days and Nights–you know, the awesome site that gives all the Blind Item Reveals twice a year–I found a catalyst to talk about my son, Hunter.  Bear with me here…

So.  I found this amazing video that was sent to Enty, the writer of CDaN, by a hardworking writer/director named Eric Moyer.  In this video, we see the lead character, Vincent Chase, (played by Adrian Grenier) end up in a different place entirely from what was shown in the finale of “Entourage”.

“While I am a huge fan of the HBO series Entourage, I was disappointed by the Hollywood happy ending of the final episode. In response, I put together this alternate ending using clips from the show along with a nod to another popular HBO series finale. [The Sopranos]

I respect the the show’s decision to end the way it did, but I felt Vince’s path to recovery was a quick and untypical one, especially being a celebrity. With that said, hopefully this video can also serve as a PSA about drug and alcohol abuse…” – Eric Moyer

I wondered how I was going to approach writing about my almost 22-year old son, Hunter and what he and everyone who loves him have been faced with during the past month.  Now I know how, thanks to this video. I have Hunter’s full support and permission to write about everything I’m about to reveal.


Photo: jaBrink

Hunter relapsed.  Not with heroin, but with alcohol.  He was drinking a fifth of whiskey a day, perhaps more.  In his words, he thought that opiates were his problem, not booze so it was okay to drink.  He had been playing shows, getting quite a following in fact, in a very short amount of time.  No one suspected a thing.  Or more to the point, I personally didn’t want to suspect a thing. I noticed heavily-lidded eyes once in awhile, but no out-right drunken behavior. In general, things seemed good.  Sort of. But not really.

Then Hunter’s stomach began to hurt. Badly.  After a visit to the ER in the middle of the night and a CT scan indicating that his liver is enlarged, the ER doctor told Hunter straight up that he “would not live to see 30 if he didn’t stop his substance abuse NOW“.  I watched as three nurses tried to find a vein to give my son fluids.  It took 90 minutes…and when they finally did get a half-way viable vein near his neck, it was difficult to pull the blood out needed for testing.  He ruined his veins from shooting black-tar heroin into his tall, thin body for over four years.  Now THIS.

These are the exact words I had to write to family and friends who wanted to know what was up with Hunter:

“Hunter was admitted to a 60-day drug and alcohol facility yesterday. He relapsed, not with heroin but he thought he could DRINK. No one even knew. He wasn’t binge-ing, but he was steadily drinking a 5th a day. He said one night that his stomach hurt; ER visit/CT scan indicated his liver is enlarged. The doc said he wouldn’t live to see 30 if he didn’t stop EVERYTHING.

Here’s where it gets weirder. I had to take him home, and wean him off alcohol because there wasn’t a bed available at the detox facility. In other words: I was a counselor, security guard AND motherfucking BARTENDER. It was seriously Amy Winehouse’s situation. They would not send us home with librium. It needs to be administered in a facility/hospital setting. But if he just stopped drinking, he’d have seizures and possibly die.

So. I got through 5 days of that crap and a bed at the detox came available. He stayed there another 5 days getting librium. At first he fought going to facility. He told me I just wanted to be “rid of him for 60 days” during a conference call with his counselor.

Suddenly, I turned to ice and simply said I refuse to be emotionally blackmailed any further by his ass, and that if I didn’t care, he’d be in the city giving blow jobs to HIV+ dudes–and worse. I told him he’ll pick right back up where he was with him music (he was getting quite a following), and he disagreed. I said, “Oh. Will your [non-existent] RECORD LABEL drop you?!”  That shut him up.

With the help from an angel named Laura who works for the State of Washington, Hunter finally realized what needed to be done while he was in the local detox unit. No one forced him into a 60-day treatment facility.  He did it on his own.  Hunter has been there for three days now and I spoke with him this morning.  He’s upbeat.  He was also allowed to bring his guitar and art supplies.

Most of you know what this song is about. If not, feel free to read up on James Taylor’s classic, Fire and Rain here.

Photo: jaBrink

I love you, Hunter…we all do; but do it for yourself–not anyone else.


James Beckham, the Boxer is 2 years old today.

James, at 12 weeks
James, arguing with Angelina the armadillo--I mean WHIPPET.
James on Capitol Hill in Seattle, at 1 yr. of age.
Our Big Baby, takin' a nap on Mom.
Then The Accident happened in March. Bless his little heart.
Yesterday, pouting on the deck--see that lip out? He's gonna trip over it someday...

Oh, James Beckham.  Happy 2nd Birthday to our big boy.

Our boxer has been through quite a bit in the past couple of months.  (For those of you who haven’t heard the story of James and how he lost his left eye, you can read it HERE.)

There are days when I’m still taken aback when I see James with his left eye sewn shut.  I’m still sad for him.   He’s a bit jumpy since he cannot see what’s coming on his left side.  It’s weird, I started this post feeling rather upbeat, but sitting here with James, I’m a little melancholy.  I know that eventually he’ll learn to adjust.  I’m just having a hard time seeing him bump into tables and then being frightened by it all.

James will be going to a canine behaviorist (who specializes in boxers) within the next month or so–for two full weeks.  Stephen and I trust Heather (from Everlast Boxers) implicitly with our boy dog.  We know he’ll come home being much more confident and well-mannered.

And just so y’all know–we usually treat him like anyone else in the family–and by that I mean, we make fun of his eye-loss and ask him if it’s under the bed somewhere.  Or maybe under the couch?  “James? Have you found your eye yet? It’s still lost!”

Yeah.  Mood Swing Mama, alternately sniveling about or teasing the boxer.