Corey Haim died in a really unfortunate place. How do I know? Because once upon a time, I lived in the same corporate housing complex that looks/smells/tastes vaguely of a low-rent Marriott in 1993.
The Oakwoods in Burbank is a temporary place you go to when you first move to LA and need somewhere furnished to crash while you search for something better. Wannabe child stars roam the halls with their fame-hungry parents, also new in town, ready to pounce on young Hollywood. Haim’s life ended where a lot of people’s start, in a place of transition, which makes me think that -with some more time- he could have made a comeback, really got himself together. And this thought makes Haim’s death even more tragic. RIP to a Lost Boy.
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