by Jeff Davis

There is a point to be made and a lesson to be learned from Corey Haim’s abrupt departure from this world. Haim doubtless made more money from his short sitcom career than most of us would make in a lifetime. Often the talent agent and parents steal a good portion of the child actor’s earnings. Still, Haim likely had hundreds of thousands, if not millions, which he could have lived off of assuming he didn’t squander all his money on drugs.

One source notes “In a 2004 interview published in The Sun, Haim said, ‘I started on the downers which were a hell of a lot better than the uppers because I was a nervous wreck. But one led to two, two led to four, four led to eight, until at the end it was about 85 a day — the doctors could not believe I was taking that much. And that was just the Valium — I’m not talking about the other pills I went through…’ ”

Why can’t these individuals go back to school and become artists, history majors or philanthropists? Why do they always hang out with bad crowds and do drugs until they’re broke or dead? The biggest mistake most make is wasting their lives trying to get an adult career going. If the movie roles aren’t coming in when they hit 18, they should give up and find other things to do, far from drugs, flakes and the Hollywood club scene.

TMZ reports: “Corey Haim collapsed in the bedroom of his mother’s apartment and four prescription bottles were found nearby … We’ve learned Corey had been sick the last couple of days with flu-like symptoms. The medications recovered, however, were not related to his illness… ‘We’re told no illicit drugs were found in the apartment.’ A witness at the apartment complex where Corey Haim collapsed tells TMZ that paramedics — who arrived shortly after 1:00 AM — spent 20 minutes inside the apartment before carrying him out on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over his face …. suggesting Corey was still alive when he went to the hospital. Corey was pronounced dead at a nearby hospital over an hour later.”

Sometimes we may be tempted to admire and be jealous of the Hollywood elite. Their lifestyles are amazingly shallow and unfulfilled. Drug use seems to be the rule, not the exception. Hollywood is a cesspool, and Hollywood people are some of the most wretchedly unhappy human beings on the planet. They’re always killing themselves in stupid and pointless ways. James Dean drove his sports car at reckless speeds until he finally hit something. Natalie Wood fell off a yacht and drowned amidst a drunk party. And drug overdose deaths are too numerous to list.

And then there are the Living Dead: Celebrity failures who will not die such as Gary Coleman working as a security guard at one point and getting into petty legal problems. Or Lindsay Lohan who destroyed her career with her massive drug use, drunk driving, lesbian interlude and general flakiness.

It’s still possible to “make it” in Hollywood of course, but that’s like the foolish man who sold his soul to the devil in exchange for becoming one of his imps or minor demons. After he dies and goes to hell, he finds his existence is terrible and excruciating. The devil tells the fool: “I promised you I would allow you to serve me as a demon. I didn’t promise that you’d like it.”