http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/the_big_picture/2010/02/hollywood-arrest-files-rip-torn-breaks-the-bank.html
Okay, this story about Rip Torn is just funny. Not that alcoholism is funny. Torn’s a drunk. But he’s a colorful drunk. And really, somebody should be finding his antics funny because I’m sure his nearest and dearest, including police departments across New England, are failing to see the humor at this point.
But I’ve gotta say, it’s time for old Rip to look into a sober companion. Not necessarily somebody who keeps him on the straight and narrow after he’s gotten sober. Whether he decides to dry out is a personal decision. But if he doesn’t decide to start that journey of a thousand miles that begins with twelve steps, he really needs somebody who will stay sober with him while he gets drunk. Cause, obviously, he doesn’t make good decisions while he’s plastered. Well, who does? But he really seems to be hovering down there at the low end of the bell curve. A bank? Really? You didn’t think a local rap was good enough? You had to go federal?
He doesn’t need a drinking buddy, he needs a non-drinking buddy who will keep an eagle eye on him while he’s drinking. Somebody who will take the car keys, hide the loaded guns, and at least comb his hair before his next mug shot. Sheesh.
Okay, this story about Rip Torn is just funny. Not that alcoholism is funny. Torn’s a drunk. But he’s a colorful drunk. And really, somebody should be finding his antics funny because I’m sure his nearest and dearest, including police departments across New England, are failing to see the humor at this point.
But I’ve gotta say, it’s time for old Rip to look into a sober companion. Not necessarily somebody who keeps him on the straight and narrow after he’s gotten sober. Whether he decides to dry out is a personal decision. But if he doesn’t decide to start that journey of a thousand miles that begins with twelve steps, he really needs somebody who will stay sober with him while he gets drunk. Cause, obviously, he doesn’t make good decisions while he’s plastered. Well, who does? But he really seems to be hovering down there at the low end of the bell curve. A bank? Really? You didn’t think a local rap was good enough? You had to go federal?
He doesn’t need a drinking buddy, he needs a non-drinking buddy who will keep an eagle eye on him while he’s drinking. Somebody who will take the car keys, hide the loaded guns, and at least comb his hair before his next mug shot. Sheesh.
2 comments:
Well, this is a new one. Celebs have been arrested for a variety of things, but I can't remember anyone breaking into a bank before. There must be a slew of jokes for that, if only being drunk weren't so serious.
No, not funny at all. Except kind of. When you are far removed from the wreckage. He's a lot more colorful than the usual public urination and disorderly conduct charges that most alcoholics rack up. Though, if getting caught driving drunk with a Christmas tree tied to the top of your car isn't a bottom, you've really gotta wonder exactly what the wake up call is for Rip Torn.
Post a Comment