It's always sad when someone dies young...and for such a stupid, needless reason.
He was probably in a position to get the best treatment and rehab. He could've been a Frusciante or Caffey success story, but he isn't.
You make choices in life. People say "yeah, but it's an illness...and addiction!".
Well, no shit. After you've been DOING IT, of course it is! But what about those first one, two, five or ten times?
At some point, it's all new and fresh and you're NOT an addict or "under its spell". You CHOOSE to go down that road. And if, by now (after 30 years of drug-caused rock star deaths), you haven't figured out that is a dark and dangerous road to go down, then you are indeed an idiot.
He chose to put that stuff in him initially. I doubt anyone held a gun to his head.
Choices, people.
It's hard to muster sympathy for certain types of people doing certain types of things, when it is so obvious that nothing good will ever come of it.
Sorry, that's just how I feel. Still sad that he's dead, but...
It reminds me what Richard Pryor once said: "I ain't an addict! Shit, I've been doing coke for twenty years...I ain't hooked yet!".
