And so another one bites the dust.
Corey Haim, former teen idol and hunk, is dead.
Drugs you know. Haim collapsed in the bedroom of his mother Judy’s Oakwood, California apartment, who called 911 at 12:53 a.m.Haim was rushed to a nearby hospital where he was pronounced dead at 2:15 a.m.
Haim was dead of an apparent overdose. He was 38.
According to his agent Mark Heaslip, it took an ambulance 20 minutes to show up to and by the time it arrived, it was “too late.” Police found four prescription bottles found nearby; the actor was suffering from a flu-like condition during the last few days; the pills found were not related to his illness.
“Corey was running a fever Tuesday from about 99 to 101 degrees, so a doctor came over and said he was fine, Heaslip recalls. “That night he woke his mom up and said, ‘Lie next to me, I’m having trouble breathing.'”
Says Assistant Chief Ed Winter of the Los Angeles County Coroner’s office: “As he got out of bed he felt a little weak and went down to the floor on his knees.”
Born in Canada, Haim began a meteoric rise to stardom ever since he made his major big-screen debut age at 13 in Murphy’s Romance.
But most people remember him for being one of The Lost Boys.
The success of the vampire flick gave him the License to Drive, to Dream a Little Dream, but that dream turned into a nightmare.
And fast-paced fame wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
“I lived in L.A. in the eighties which was not the best place to be,” he once mused. “I was working on Lost Boys when I smoked my first joint.. I did cocaine for about a year and a half, then it led to crack. 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.”
Michael? Heath? Anna Nicole?
Fame was no longer his friend, and the only work he got was shooting up, snorting, popping. It’s been reported he was in and out of rehab 15 times. Recently casting agents for VH1’s Celebrity Rehab contacted Haim about appearing on the series, but he turned them down: “He was extremely defensive and insulted,” one source says.
In 2007, he and fellow teen idol teen idol Corey Feldman, Haim’s co-star in his most well-known films, decided to do a reality show.
The Two Coreys focused on Haim’s problems, the friends bickered, the show was canceled.
But he tried. He really tried.
Feldman issued this statement after hearing the news: “I was awakened at 8:30 this morning by my brother and sister knocking on my bedroom door. They informed me of the loss of my brother Corey Haim. My eyes weren’t even open all the way when the tears started streaming down my face. I am so sorry for Corey, his mother Judy, his family, my family, all of our fans, and of course my son who I will have to find a way to explain this to when he gets home from school. This is a tragic loss of a wonderful, beautiful, tormented soul, who will always be my brother, family, and best friend. We must all take this as a lesson in how we treat the people we share this world with while they are still here to make a difference. Please respect our families as we struggle and grieve through this difficult time. I hope the art Corey has left behind will be remembered as the passion of that for which he truly lived.”
In February 2008, he bought a full-page ad in the trade publication Variety that read: “This is not a stunt. I’m back. I’m ready to work. I’m ready to make amends.”
Indeed, Haim was working on the The Dead Sea; according to one of the movie’s producers, the actor had a stipulation ion his contract that the film’s be drug-free during production.
A morbid morsel: Singer Rick James died in the same apartment complex in 2004.
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