Cute Child Actors That Are Now Busted

*warning: one or more of these photos may be considered  …and tacky…

In the same vein as Very Much Dutch‘s and B(itch) Log‘s posts on unlikely crushes and good looking men, I have definitely had my share of posts about celebs I’d boff and sexy older men, and now I give you my latest list:

“Adorable celeb kids who later fucked themselves up on drugs and now have criminal records and/or just make us sad. ” (But in the interest of brevity, I ended up truncating the title a bit.)

So, here we go.  It’s a short list.  I haven’t bothered with older celebs like Danny Bonaduce.  This is more focused on child actors that were kids when I was a kid and since.

1) Macaulay Culkin– Home Alone (1990):  Still one of my holiday favorites, I can’t watch it without lamenting that this adorable little kid (who used to always remind me of one of my cousins) is now a gaunt specter.   I see him going the way of so many young actors who drowned in their own fame and money and ended up dead of an overdose.  I truly hope I’m wrong.  His latest press was decidedly not positive, and came in the form of some pics of him looking wasted, possibly sick or in the grips of addiction.  Of course his “sources” have denied either possibility, but I don’t see how he could look so bad if something wasn’t deviling him.

“Mack” in 1990 for the film Home Alone, and then in 2012 looking very un-Kevin McCallister

2) River Phoenix– Stand By Me (1986): I remember having a crush on River Phoenix in the movie adaptation of Stephen King’s “The Body.”  He’s long dead now, of a drug overdose, so I guess he’s technically no longer “on drugs” and he was never really “busted” looking.  But I do remember thinking (and still do think) what a waste of a beautiful man.  Given my macabre turn of mind, even as a kid, I’ll admit to you fair readers the thought of him rotting away in his grave was very disturbing to me.

River Phoenix ~ 1986

River Phoenix ~ 1986

River Phoenix,

River Phoenix, “all growed up”

3) Daniel Radcliffe– Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001): Undeniably adorable, Daniel Radcliffe captured the hearts of youth and grown-ups alike as Harry Potter in the film series of the same name.  Arguably, he’s not too far gone yet, but by his own admission he was drunk for at least some of the filming of the latest Potter film.  You disappoint us, Harry. ~smh

Daniel Radcliffe (2001)

Daniel Radcliffe (2001)

Daniel Radcliffe, looking a bit pissed (and that's the British interpretation of pissed)

Daniel Radcliffe, looking a bit pissed (and that’s the British interpretation of pissed)

And last but not least, because this still bugs the shit out of me:

4) Edward Furlong– Terminator 2 (1991), American History X (1998): A cute kid who grew up to be quite a sexy young man, Furlong has had his trouble with drugs, which is sad…  but not as sad as his other legal troubles, which include charges for domestic violence and harassing his ex.
He apparently also owes thousands in back child support.  The drug abuse I could over-look as sad, but fairly commonplace, but this other bit of douche-baggery just spoils the whole thing for me.  He used to be sooo adorable, even appearing as a model for Calvin Klein.  And now, he’s just a fat, dirty, slob who doesn’t know how to treat women.  I have lost much respect for him, which is sad because I so want to still like him.

A very young Edward Furlong-- cute as a kitten...well, the kitten's maybe not quite THAT cute.

A very young Edward Furlong– cute as a kitten…well, the kitten’s maybe not quite THAT cute.

edward-furlongyoung

This pic pretty much speaks for itself

Oh, Eddie, what have you done?

Oh, Eddie, what have you done?

~Sigh~  So sad.  But let’s look on the bright side; maybe he’ll read this blog post somehow, somewhere, and realize he has to change his ways to continue to impress all the hot moms hanging at home with their toddlers and watching Kung Fu Panda on Hulu.

Til next time…

Drug Seekers and Bad Metaphors

Migraine Barbie has Snapped!

This is literally what it feels like (Photo credit: Deborah Leigh)

orig. 8-1-12

It’s 10:30 am and I have just wasted two hours of my life I’ll never get back in the emergency room. Had another migraine coming on. One of the ones that starts in my neck and creeps up the back of my skull until I can feel the blood pounding in my head and any movement that even slightly changes my BP (like sitting down to pee) sends throbbing waves of agony through my head. The last one that sent me to the hospital, roughly a month ago,was so bad my BP was 180/110 and I was in so much pain I felt like I was gonna stroke out. It’s probably the worst headache I’d ever had, and I might go so far as to say I’d rather go through labor again than have another headache like that.

Well, this headache had been building since yesterday morning, and I took the only things I had in my “arsenal” to fight it, Flexaril and a three Ultram I had left. But when I woke up this morning, I knew I was losing the battle with this headache. So this time I wanted to get to the ER before it got as bad as last time (or any of the other times I’ve been to the ER in the past two and a half years) and early enough in the AM that I wouldn’t be in the waiting room all day. I got back to a room fairly quickly, but then I had to sit there for forty minutes before the doc finally came in…

She did her “thing,” looking in my eyes, listening to my heart, asking her questions, and when she told me she’d get me something for the pain, I asked what she was giving me. I always ask because I have been to the ER so many times for headaches, I know what works and what is just a waste of my time. She told me that as of July 20th, they are no longer allowed to administer narcotic pain shots in the ER (unless it’s a trauma or something, of course.)

I was furious… and scared. Only someone who has ever had a migraine, or been in pain like I was last month, could understand why I say “scared.” The prospect of being in that much pain and having nowhere to go for relief is horrible to me. As I was waiting for my likely useless shot, my husband was reading a ditto sheet posted on the wall to me, regarding “controlled substances.” On the ditto were suggested means of alternatives to narcotics; meditation, relaxation techniques, music therapy! Are you freaking kidding me??? If the Flexeril and Ultram didn’t do the trick, I highly doubt a few tracks of relaxing pan flute music, or whatever the hell they use, will help my case. One of the nurses said (with no shortage of defensive attitude) that it was state law and there was nothing they could do about it, but maybe my “family doctor” could refer me to a neurologist. I’ve had migraines since I was 15. I’ve seen neurologists. They usually want to put you on Beta Blockers for prevention purposes. I’m already on them. Besides, exactly what good will a neuro appt do while I am in the middle of a migraine??? The doc actually suggested I “write my legislator.” Really? Cuz they’ll really care what I think, I’m sure. And my “family doctor” (nurse practitioner, really) is so tight with her RX pad you’d think you were asking her to sacrifice her first born. She once told me she didn’t like to prescribe narcotics and didn’t want to give me any because “that would put us both on a list.” Put me on a list, motherfucker! See if I care! As long as I don’t have to feel like someone is tightening a C-clamp on the back of my skull, I don’t give furry rat’s butt. All that really translates to anyway is “I’m more worried about my malpractice insurance than your pain.”

I swear, the goddamn junkies are ruining shit for everyone. First you have to show ID when you wanna buy sinus medicine because the damn meth-heads are using it to make their poison. Then there’s talk of making that kind of sinus med (pseudoephedrine) available by RX only… it’s sinus medicine for Christ’s sake! And now this! Like it wasn’t bad enough that half the doctors my husband and I go to, or see in the ER (he suffers from migraines as well,) look at us like we’re drug-seeking junkies when we tell them we need pain medicine. It’s not as if I haven’t been trying other means to control these headaches. The beta blockers, for one. I also see a chiropractor for regular adjustments (when I can afford the co-pays anyway.) I spend a lot of time sitting with my neck against a heating pad now. I have to miss volleyball a lot if I feel even a bit of neck pain, for fear of exacerbating it and ending up in excruciating agony for my trouble.

And do the people who create and pass these types of laws really think this is helping the “drug problem” in America? All it’s doing is causing trouble for the people who want to get their meds legally. It’s making people like me, who have legit have to consider getting pains meds through illegal means…yes, fear of pain can make a person desperate. It’s kind of like that saying about gun control: If guns are outlawed, then only outlaws will own guns. All the people that just want a fix or pick up their Vicodin or Percoset scrips just to sell them will still find a way to get what they want. It’s us people that try to get meds legally, through the proper channels and procedures (which usually involve multiple doc visits and multiple co-pays,) who are screwed by this new law.

~sigh~

I know how this sounds, but I’ll reiterate that unless you have been in this kind of pain before, it’s hard to understand. The hospital is- was- my place of last resort. I don’t go there if I can help it. I don’t enjoy sitting in the waiting room and puking into a trashcan (which really doesn’t help the throbbing, by the way!) I would imagine some people who are addicted to pain medication would endure a long ER visit if it got them a fix, but it should be up to the doctor’s discretion to decide if a person is truly in pain or merely drug-seeking. That’s part of their jobs…diagnosis.

Before I quit my bitching, let me throw just one more adage (likely misquoted) at you.

It is better for ten guilty men to go free than for one innocent man to be imprisoned.

Well, us sufferers of chronic pain are the innocent, imprisoned by our pain and the futility of trying to fight this type of legislation (and cheesy metaphors too 😀 )

Meh… Right now I am just grateful that I caught this headache in enough time that the dinky anti-inflammatory drugs they gave me in lieu of real medicine was enough combined with the medicines I’d already taken at home. I’m okay right now. I feel the headache floating in the background, but I’m okay right now. I think I’ll take a nap when the baby goes down, and hope I don’t kill myself one day with over-self-medication in an effort to keep the beast at bay.

Rrrroar…ZZzzzzz…..

In Chains: music and drug addiction

In the wake of yet another music icon lost to a suspected drug overdose (Whitney Houston), I’d like to say a few words.  There’s no way I can pay tribute to all of the great musicians, actors, comedians, and entertainers that have had a tremendous influence or personal impacts on our lives and have been lost to drug and alcohol abuse.  Also, celebrities aside, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that probably almost anyone that reads this has known someone who they lost to either drug overdose or complications from past drug use. I know I have…several.

Another reason I’m not going to mention all of the artists lost over the years is because frankly (and I know this may be an extremely unpopular opinion/statement) I don’t really identify with or care about all of them.  This is not to say that I feel that anyone should overdose and die on drugs, but they did not all have the same effect on my life.  The two people I will mention here today struck a chord with me in particular and this is why…

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