Wednesday, January 23, 2008

You did well, Heath. Really well.

Yesterday I had a tooth pulled. It's the first time i've ever had a tooth pulled, and I was reminded of my friend Victoria who told me that dreaming about losing a tooth is supposedly a sign that someone is going to die. Sure enough, as I waited groggily in the lobby for Vince and Science to come pick me up, the news of Heath Ledger's passing roared out of the tiny lobby television. 

I'm not a big fan of eulogies, especially for people who I really didn't know. I certainly couldn't compose anything definitive about Ledger, and so I won't try. But in the ensuing coverage, I learned some things about him that I think are important to celebrate.

I noticed that he had been prescribed Diazepam (Valium) AND Alprazolam (Xanax). That indicates a very severe anxiety problem, which could be crippling given his chosen profession. To excel at such a thing as acting while carrying such a social burden is a testament to his strength.  

And he was by all indications an amazing father. I read that he and his ex Michelle Williams went so far as to create identical bedrooms in each of their houses so that their daughter wouldn't feel displaced. 

I don't know. Now i'm starting to feel silly. So i'll just sing a song and call it square. This one's for you, Heath.

Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

"Motion Picture Soundtrack" -Radiohead

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