The sad news of Cory Monteith’s death in a hotel room in Vancouver, British Columbia stunned fans of the Gleeactor, who was only 31.
Sickening. Heartbreaking. And I hate the fact that I knew this was going to be the outcome of the Coroner’s report. If you’ve followed Dipped in Cream over the past five years, you know where I’m coming from on this subject.
“At this point there is no evidence to suggest Mr. Monteith’s death was anything other than a most-tragic accident,” the coroners service said in a statement, adding that no further details were available pending a full investigation.
Monteith, 31, was found dead Saturday in his room by staff members at Vancouver’s Fairmont Pacific Rim Hotel after he missed his checkout time.
The actor spent time in rehab this year, checking into a drug addiction treatment facility in late March.
Monteith had been frank about his struggles with substance abuse, telling Parade magazine in 2011 that he began using drugs at 13 and by 19 went into rehab after his mother and friends intervened.”
Cory’s friends and castmates have given statements or posted on Twitter, with the exception of his co-star and fiancee Lea Michele.
I hope the media just leave Lea the hell alone, as well as Cory’s family.
It’s back with a vengeance. I remember reading an article in Rolling Stone back in the 90’s–the writer referred to Seattle as “Heroin Central”. It’s not a claim to fame to be proud of, that’s for sure.
Heroin has reared its ugly head again like the monster we all know it to be…and it’s here in Seattle. Again. And in a big, cheap, deadly way.
[High school student] Hannah Muir knows.
“It’s the greatest thing on this planet. There’s nothing like it,” said Muir, a recovering heroin addict who has been clean for 110 days. “It’s easier than finding someone to buy you alcohol. It’s easier than finding weed. It’s easier than finding someone to buy you a pack of cigarettes.“
Good Lord. Reading those words turns my stomach. I’ve personally known a heroin addict, whom upon completing rehab still spoke about heroin as a lover for whom they still desired. I hope none of you ever experience the shit storm that heroin brings into family’s lives. There’s really only one thing that could be worse, and that would be the horrific and senseless death of the heroin addict.
Here’s the thing: The heroin that’s being sold and used today is not the heroin we used to hear about when rock stars and actors overdosed and died. It’s not the heroin junkies used on the streets in the inner city back in the day, either, which was maybe 5% pure, as it was cut with “fillers”, such as baby laxatives or powdered milk and even animal feces. Today’s heroin is up to 90% pure Mexican black tar, named for its dark, gooey consistency. Add to the equation that it’s easier to obtain heroin than weed…and it’s also much more affordable. I hear-tell one can obtain a gram of heroin for around $30 bucks. Jesus.
I hate to sound fatalistic, but you can be the best or worst parent in the world, but kids are still going to experiment. Heroin seems to have a “romanticism” about it–“Oh, hi, Kurt! Hey, Jimi–where’s Layne Staley and Andrew Wood, all of the Seattle musicians who OD’d on heroin? Oh, talking to Chris Farley, Mitch Hedberg and John Belushi? Hey, there’s DeeDee Ramone, Pete Farndon (The Pretenders), Billie Holiday, River Phoenix and 80’s painter, Jean-Michel Basquiat!” Yeah. Super-awesome. They’re all DEAD from heroin overdoses (along with a gunshot to the mouth for one Seattle musician, huh?).
Sorry, y’all, but heroin isn’t a rite of passage. It isn’t something “artists” are required to add to their own dark resume`. It’s a death sentence, plain and simple. You will end up alone, isolated, ostracized from your family and probably found bloated and dead with a needle in your arm. And now? Now we have SUPER-PURE HEROIN.