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amy winehouse died today, presumably of a drug overdose but if not that, then presumably of some other violent or unsavory or criminal or accidental end. most likely not "natural causes" as she was only 27 years old and notoriously self-destructive. the tragedy of her death is small in the scope of the fate of the universe, but if you have ever heard her sing [and i don't mean the stumbling, slurring amy you see in most internet videos - i mean the real talent] then you know that we are poorer today for her having gone.

fame and excess appear to go hand in hand, but of course, the truth is that excess and abuse surround us - the fame just puts a spotlight on the behaviour. folks like robert downey, jr., john daly, amy winehouse, marilyn monroe, judy garland, the list goes on. they are the famously indulgent and i feel for them, cheer their successes, got their backs. i mourn their failures. i came here today to explain to you why it's important to me, but decided it's none of your damn business.



may you rest in peace, amy. you surely didn't live that way.