The photo above was snapped last night as model and DJ AM’s recent ex girlfriend Hayley Wood watched medics remove his body from his New York apartment. Some close to the pair are saying that it was their split that may have been AM’s breaking point on his road to stay sober.
The two broke up a few weeks ago when Hayley decided that it was over. AM was already in a fragile place and did not want the relationship to end. While he put on a brave front, throwing out the first pitch at a Mets game and fulfilling all of his work obligations, friends say that the weeks leading up to his death were clearly hard for him. AM was distant, started blowing people off, was hard to get in touch with, all things that were uncharacteristic.
Woods is just another person on a very long list of those who will remember and miss Adam Goldstein.
Molls has done a fantastic job of keeping everyone updated on the death of Adam Goldstein, aka DJ AM. I want to weigh in briefly. I know a lot of people are struggling to come to terms with his death right now. I’m one of them. I knew Adam. We weren’t by any means close, but our social circles overlapped when I lived in LA, and I had the pleasure of seeing him every now and again.
I know that in the coverage of his passing, the media is going to focus on the meth pipe in his apartment, and on the prescription drugs, and, of course, on the fact that he died of an overdose. We’ll have to cover the story as it breaks, because that’s what we do around here as a business.
But I want to take at least one post to focus on the man Adam was before this horrible, tragic relapse. He had been committed to sobriety for many years, and he took his recovery seriously. He was active in the recovery community, and he helped many drug addicts and alcoholics as they battled the relentless demons of addiction. This is a man who was out there saving lives every day. He took his own addiction seriously, and he took his own recovery seriously, and perhaps that’s why this is so frustrating for me today. It seems unfair that some people get to abuse drugs for years and years and years, never once trying to clean up their act, and they seem to live forever in spite of it. From what I’ve heard, Adam’s relapse was recent. He slipped and then he didn’t get much of a chance to get back up on his feet. His addiction just kind of swooped in out of nowhere and got him.
I hate the idea of him dying as an addict after all the years he fought and worked so hard to stay clean. I hate the idea that that is how the media might remember him. I hate him dying like this after surviving against such great odds, time and time again. It’s incredibly frustrating, and I’m sad and I’m angry. But I’m using the tiny little podium that I have to remind you guys that, although he ultimately lost the battle with addiction, he really did come at it with both guns blazing. Many others are clean and sober and alive today because of the impact Adam had on their lives. The man brought far more good and beauty into the world than his tragic death would indicate.
RIP, Adam. You are missed.
Can we talk about Facebook, Twitter and fate for a moment?
I’m working on about eight hours of sleep. Eight hours of sleep over a three-day period. So, while I’m awake and annoyed by the cacophony of snoring around me, I stalk old boyfriends on Facebook. I am relieved to say that I definitely dodged a couple of bullets in relation to conquests from my twenties.
Facebook was recently re-designed to look like a live-time cluster fuck stream of status updates. Or, you know, Twitter. Twitter-I’m not really sure why I participate. I use it as a tool to drive a little traffic to my own paltry blog, but other than that, Twitter leaves me at a loss for words. Now that I think of it, I reckon that is technology my family would be interested in patenting. Anyway, where am I going with this? I have no idea. Oh, DJ AM. So, I was on Twitter this morning, letting John Mayer know that his tweets are far too existential for a mindless social networking platform when I saw DJ AM update that he is flying to Miami tomorrow.
Let me be clear; I am not a huge believer of signs. I believe that they exist and happen, but they have to be pretty significant before I can accept their presence and validity. For example, I find pennies on the ground all the time. I do not believe that they are confirmation that someone from heaven is thinking of me. I believe they are confirmation that pennies do not get the same respect as, say, quarters. I’m sick to tell you this, but I recently caught my brother throwing a few pennies away. And yes, I did jump in my trash can and get them out.
However, let’s examine an example of a big sign that must be recognized: You’ve been involved in two plane crashes. One in which you were fifty percent of the survivor count, and another which produced no survivors that you were fortunate to cancel out of at the last minute. DJ AM tweeted this morning that he’s flying to Miami tomorrow and he wants God to go first. Dude, God is talking to you. Loudly. There is no subtlety here. Listen to His message: “Amtrak.”