Posted on 02/09/2014 6:56:18 PM PST by RoosterRedux
Philip Seymour Hoffman had a "hard-core" drug addiction and injected twice as much heroin a day as a typical addict, according to his alleged dealer.
Robert Vineberg, a jazz musician, was arrested two days after the 46-year-old actor's death as police hunted through New York trying to find who supplied the fatal dose.
Speaking from the Rikers Island prison, Mr Vineberg denied selling Hoffman the 73 packets of heroin found near his body.
Mr Vineberg, who also struggles with heroin addiction, told the New York Post that Hoffman was injecting 10 bags of heroin every day.
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Drugs (and alcohol) steal your soul.
If you have done either, you know the truth of this statement.
There is no short cut to bliss. There is only the way, the life, and the Truth.
I wonder how much of his ample Hollywood salary founds it’s way back to Mexican drug gangs or the Taliban?
You can behead a lot of infidels or blow up a lot of girls schools with that kind of dough
Prayers for him!
My Gawd...
And not one "friend" to stop it.
YOLO. Just do it.
At least you could say he died doing what he loved the most.
That's not the way addiction works. He hated it but couldn't stop.
How was he able to work? To remember his lines?
He didn’t hate it enough, obviously. He sure loved it enough to try it the first time.
Mr Vineberg, who also struggles with heroin addiction, told the New York Post that Hoffman was injecting 10 bags of heroin every day.
I didnt sell him the heroin but I can tell you he was doing 10 bags a day.
Oh really? You know Mr. Hoffman intimately then?
I will make it...but there are many who do not. And like Hoffman, they are talented...and they have families.
That is what I want to know. How did he cope?
In before “amazing”, “incredible”, “awesome” actor. Ooops, too late!
Until you have been there, you cannot imagine.
I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I’ll tell ya, things aren’t quite the same
When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus’ son
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know
I have made the big decision
I’m gonna try to nullify my life
‘Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
When I’m closing in on death
And you can’t help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor’s suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I’m better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don’t care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim’s in this town
And all the politicians makin’ busy sounds
And everybody puttin’ everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
‘Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don’t care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I’m as good as dead
Then thank your God that I’m not aware
And thank God that I just don’t care
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know
He was certainly one of my favorites. Damn shame that he is gone.
He was certainly one of my favorites. Damn shame that he is gone.
“He hated it but couldn’t stop.”
He made a choice—or, at least, several choices and none of which were to stop.
I am 67 years old and have never done any kind of drugs, in fact never even thought about doing any. I also don’t drink alcoholic beverages tho I don’t think doing so is a sin.
I had cataract surgery a couple of years ago and while lying on a gurney waiting my turn, they gave me some kind of pain killer. Whatever it was just flat out made me feel good. All my aches and pains went away.
It did make me realized just how easy it would be to get hooked on something like that. Sort of like Odysseus when he visited the Land of the Lotus Eaters. All they did all day was basically do drugs. Of course they never accomplished anything.
Well he certainly didn’t fit the ‘profile’ for someone (supposedly) using 10 bags a day.....
You just don’t see a lot of ‘fat’ junkies.
That’s the point, I didn’t go there in the first place.
I mean how many heroin addicts have tried over the years to warn people......and yet they go ahead and do it anyway.
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