What I liked most about the article is that it crystallized my thoughts on why this particular overdose/suicide struck me so thoroughly.
I’ve been on both sides of this drama. While I’ve never done any drugs stronger than caffeine, alcohol, and a couple of cigars, I describe myself at 12-step meetings as an addict. I’m two years older than Hoffman, and my siblings and I were 10, 8 and 5 when my father took his own life.
The psychiatrist accurately describes the reactions of the kids, and I also know the kinds of issues that tortured Hoffman. Someone, one of his friends, should have checked his ass back into rehab. Once you’re in the addiction, you can’t pull up out of the nose-dive on your own.
Amen. Hoffman was a drug head. He had no God— No loved ones. He made no imprint on anything. He was just a slug and he killed himself. Good the hell riddance.