My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire.

You wait 'till mom finds out, buddy!

I’m pretty bummed out about Corey Haim passing. In the same way that romcoms assert that you can be in love with the man someone could be, I am mourning the loss of someone who could have been so much more successful as a person. Never mind having the acting career he might have achieved, but simply living well and joyfully.

I think that there is something sick and sad in our society that we take bright and creative people and watch them slowly burn.

I’m sorry that he didn’t get to be someone happy. I’m sorry that nobody tried hard enough to help him until too late. I guess I’m just sorry.

Last night the BF and I watched a portion (not the whole thing, but some of us have to get up at ass o’clock and go to the gym or else become ENORMOUS) of The Lost Boys last night and was struck by how adorable and talented Corey Haim had been as a young man.

I’m going to try to remember him charming and young, with life ahead of him, instead of as yet another cautionary tale about excess, youth, and the dangers of Hollywood.