I didn’t know his name until he died. He was Finn on “Glee” and that was it. He was just another handsome, talented actor who played a character I liked.
Now he’s dead and the whole world knows his name. It’s online and on TV and in the tabloids and on people’s lips — Cory Monteith — isn’t it tragic? And though I’m not a teenage girl mourning the loss of a star I loved, I am mourning the loss of this one gifted human being.
He had everything anyone would want: Youth. Talent. Money. Good looks.
He also had an addiction.
I think back to the scene in the 2000 film “Traffic” in which a pretty, young teenager, from a well-heeled family, takes her first hit of something. And that something becomes everything to her. Nothing else matters — not her parents, not her friends, not school, not even herself.
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