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Imagine this.
Today.
Seven years ago.
Now let me tell his tale.
His last day was Wednesday December 17th, 1997. A party in Lincoln Park (in Chicago) at 11am. There were drugs going around. Later that day, he went back to a friend's apartment - where they to smoke crack and snort heroin. He claimed he’d been up for 4 days, without sleep.
Cut to 11pm - He was back at his apartment in the Hancock building. He was clearly inebriated, and as his friend was leaving his apartment, he collapsed about 10 feet from the door. His friend claimed that he was having difficulty breathing. He said to her, "Don't leave me." Figuring he had finally passed out, she snapped a photograph of him lying there and then left.
His brother John found him the next afternoon. His body was still lying 10 feet from the door, wearing sweat pants and an open button down shirt. He was supposedly clutching a baseball cap and rosary beads. There was a blood-tinged fluid coming from his nose, and a white, frothy fluid coming from his mouth. John called 911. Chicago Fire Fighters received the call just after 2pm, he was pronounced dead at the scene. He was 33 years old. So was Belushi. So was Jesus Christ.
Chris Farley, we miss you. You'll never leave us.
Today.
Seven years ago.
Now let me tell his tale.
His last day was Wednesday December 17th, 1997. A party in Lincoln Park (in Chicago) at 11am. There were drugs going around. Later that day, he went back to a friend's apartment - where they to smoke crack and snort heroin. He claimed he’d been up for 4 days, without sleep.
Cut to 11pm - He was back at his apartment in the Hancock building. He was clearly inebriated, and as his friend was leaving his apartment, he collapsed about 10 feet from the door. His friend claimed that he was having difficulty breathing. He said to her, "Don't leave me." Figuring he had finally passed out, she snapped a photograph of him lying there and then left.
His brother John found him the next afternoon. His body was still lying 10 feet from the door, wearing sweat pants and an open button down shirt. He was supposedly clutching a baseball cap and rosary beads. There was a blood-tinged fluid coming from his nose, and a white, frothy fluid coming from his mouth. John called 911. Chicago Fire Fighters received the call just after 2pm, he was pronounced dead at the scene. He was 33 years old. So was Belushi. So was Jesus Christ.
Chris Farley, we miss you. You'll never leave us.