So, TMZ is reporting that Corey Haim died this morning “of an apparent overdose”. If this is true then it is fucking sad. I spent an inordinate ammount of my life last year watching The Two Coreys, a reality TV show starring Haim and his ole friend Corey Feldman. The first series was a relatively lighthearted exageration of their personalities – Feldman, the reformed, married artist, Haim, the heart broken former child-star, a perennial fuck up trying not to fall back into a life of Age Old Hollywood Monroian cliché.
Series two however was a total flipping Darkout, with new, grotesquely over-dramatic music soundtracking a series in which the Coreys fell out spectacularly, blaming each other for the child abuse they suffered at the hands of un-named entertainment types in the eighties. It was harrowing, uncomfortable viewing, and a perfect, brilliant testament to the black heart of the Western entertianment industry that makes monsters of its old and eats it’s young.
Yet, despite all the horrors, I will always remember Haim as I first saw him, as the wide eyed preteen Sam in Lost Boys, wandering around a comic shop with a look of joyous awe, singing in the bathtub, and proclaiming those immortal words in that final, awesome battle between the humans and the vampires:

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