I’ve said that Hollywood has more demons than all the closets and “under the bed” monsters ever created.
Like with Phillip Seymour Hoffman, you have to wonder why a person like Robin Williams would commit suicide.
As reported here:
The Marin County Sheriff’s Office is investigating the death of actor/comedian Robin Williams in Tiburon, Calif., north of San Francisco.
According to a press release issued by the coroner’s division of the sheriff’s office, Williams was found unconscious and not breathing inside his home in Tiburon around noon local time, and was pronounced dead shortly after.
The press release identified him by his full name, Robin McLaurin Williams, 63.
The coroner suspects the death was “a suicide due to asphyxia, but a comprehensive investigation must be completed before a final determination is made.” A forensic examination is currently scheduled for Tuesday, the press release said.
I think of what most of us seek in life, which is to be respected by our peers, respected for our crafts, and of course happy, and despite America providing the “pursuit of happiness,” few Hollyweirdos seem to find it. When they do, happiness is like a whisper in a thunderstorm.
I know the intoxication that comes from performing. It’s amazing. However I never unfairly balanced it over my love of the little things.