As the liquid soiled my body and clothing, I wasn't Table in front of me and poured it all over me. Imagining relief was nearby, I reached for the cognac bottle on the 'I'll show you,' I said with the giddiness and relief 'God, what do you want me to do?' I cried. Surreal landscape of constantly shifting emotions. By then, I was experiencing serious dementia. I'd never felt more paranoid, depressed,Īs that craziness went on, I continued to smoke until I ran out ofĬocaine. Over again as if I was chainsmoking Marlboros. Soared and crashed and smoked again, repeating the deadly cycle over and Hovered over my rocks, pipe, cognac, and Bic lighter, I smoked and

Nothing changed as darkness took the heat out of the beautiful springĭay. The only reason to suspect I was present was the continuous smell ofĪcrid smoke and the foreboding vibes that sent into the rest of the They didn't mention that the door was locked. Mention the housekeepers and cook, people were doing their thing. From Rashon to my cousin and Aunt Dee, not to But the sight of me in theĭark, clutching my pipe, told her it was useless. Northridge in order to confront me herself. When Aunt Dee reassured her that I was fine, Jenny made a beeline out to She'd never seen me so wasted and sickly.

Jennifer called my house and pleaded with myĪunt Dee to get me help. Retrieved from Ĭomedian tells true story of his suicide attempt and his battle withĪfter freebasing without interruption for several days in a row, I wasn't able to discern one from the next.(*) Night and dayīecame different shades of gray.

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