Friends Say Overeating & Drugs Caused Chris Penn's Death
http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2006/01/30/friends_say_overeating_aamp_drugs_caused
Chris Penn allegedly died after a dangerous last supper of steak,
alcohol and chocolate milkshakes. The actor is believed to have had a
huge heart attack caused by his unhealthy diet and alleged penchant
for alcohol and drugs. Chris - who was found dead at his Santa Monica
home Jan. 24 - was last seen three days earlier during a nine-hour
food and drink binge at local pub Chez Jay.
A close friend is quoted in Britain's News of the World as saying: "He
ordered the biggest steak and washed it down with pint after pint of
beer and his other favorite drink, chocolate milkshake. Usually he'd
think nothing of ordering five steaks, a couple of portions of fish
and chips, followed by pints of chocolate milkshake and shots of 130
percent strength whisky. Chris lived on the edge and didn't give a
damn about the health risks. If it wasn't food or drink he was having
to excess, it was cocaine."
Chris - the brother of Oscar-winning actor Sean Penn - reportedly also
regularly splashed out $300 a time on cocaine and also smoked crack.
His best friend, actor Bobby Cooper, said: "Chris died because he
loved doing everything to the excess."
> His best friend, actor Bobby Cooper, said: "Chris died because he
> loved doing everything to the excess."
Maybe Chris died because his best friends lacked the guts to tell him
he was killing himself.
-Dave
I've had to cut down on that 130 percent strength whisky myself.
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>On Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:29:49 -0500, Dave Sill <da...@sill.org>
>scrawled:
>For all you know, they may have told him many times. You can't force
>someone to listen.
But isn't it convenient that his friend are all doctors?
brigid
>Usually he'd think nothing of ordering five steaks, a couple of portions of fish
>and chips, followed by pints of chocolate milkshake and shots of 130
>percent strength whisky.
Do they have any proof of that?
Do they have any proof of that?
Yeah, the fact that he's dead! That'd kill anyone!
I hope they meant 130 proof. 130 percent alcohol is one of those Mr.
Wizard experiments that I missed.
Since Jack Daniels is somewhere around 94 proof and Kentucky Bourbon
has to be somewhere north of 80 proof, I cannot imagine what would be
130 proof. Thirty year old Macallan? Sterno, maybe? Whew!
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OK, that's it. That's the last time I try a subtle joke in this
newgroup...
Bacardi has a 151 proof rum that is widely available. You have to be
careful with it around open flames. Seriously.
> Thirty year old Macallan?
Alcohol content goes down as whiskey is aged.
>>For all you know, they may have told him many times. You can't force
>>someone to listen.
>But isn't it convenient that his friend are all doctors?
That's what I thought. If I suddenly dropped dead, I wouldn't trust
anyone I know to accurately say why it happened. Unless it was obvious,
like I was run over by a steamroller or something.
Stacia
> Bacardi has a 151 proof rum that is widely available. You
> have to be careful with it around open flames. Seriously.
Not to mention Everclear. 190 proof. 95-percent pure alcohol.
Not available legally in every state. I've never seen it for sale,
though when I lived in Minnesota, I had buddies who would bring it
back with them when they returned from trips elsewhere. It didn't
look much like that picture, though.
"Proof"! I get it now! ROFLMAO!!
>On Mon, 30 Jan 2006 23:38:24 +0000 (UTC),
>INVALID...@example.com.invalid (J.D. Baldwin) wrote:
>
>>Bacardi has a 151 proof rum that is widely available. You have to be
>>careful with it around open flames. Seriously.
>
>It was the first thing I bought at 12:01 a.m. when I turned 21. I was
>intrigued by the warning label but not stupid or drunk enough to put
>it to the test.
In the late-60's I worked as a waiter at a restaurant in Hawaii where
the furthest table from the kitchen ordered some sort of flambe
dessert that would flicker out just as it reached the table. The
customer complained and it was sent back to the kitchen where the chef
ordered one of his minions to apply another dose of 151 proof Bacardi
and light it just as the waiter walked out the kitchen door. It still
flickered out at the last moment.
The chef was a mad Frenchman who had a very short fuse and when it was
sent back a third time he went ballistic ... picked up the dessert ...
stomped across the restaurant with the poor waiter bringing up the
rear with the bottle of Bacardi ... slammed the dessert down on the
table in front of the startled guest ... grabbed the bottle, sloshed
Bacardi all over the dessert and lit it. WOOOOOSH!
I don't think the recipients were amused, but it sure did liven up the
evening ...
BTW - I've used 151 proof Bacardi in a tropical punch a few times.
Absolutely devastating!
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Of course you could have had a heart attack at the sight of the steam roller
coming toward you and died of that. Anything is possible.
Her friends would still have known that it was actually her
stubbornness that cost her her life. She could, it would be said, not
be bothered to move out of the way of a little traffic, It's only one
vehicle, it can go around.
brigid
>On Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:29:49 -0500, Dave Sill <da...@sill.org>
>scrawled:
>For all you know, they may have told him many times. You can't force
>someone to listen.
He wasn't particularly fat for an American.
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AH
Maybe his friends were all the guys down at the Forensic Pathologists'
and Medical Examiners' Social Club. I'd trust friends like that.
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AH
>In the previous article, Hoodoo <hoo...@spamcop.net> wrote:
>> Usually he'd think nothing of ordering five steaks, a couple of
>> portions of fish and chips, followed by pints of chocolate milkshake
>> and shots of 130 percent strength whisky.
>I've had to cut down on that 130 percent strength whisky myself.
Four steaks is enough for any man.
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AH
> Since Jack Daniels is somewhere around 94 proof and Kentucky Bourbon
> has to be somewhere north of 80 proof, I cannot imagine what would be
> 130 proof. Thirty year old Macallan? Sterno, maybe? Whew!
Some Virginia bourbons are 130 proof.
wd41
The drinking age was 21 in your state way back then, pre-Elizabeth
Dole? In Minnesota, it was 18 -- the first legal alcohol I bought in
a store was a case of Special Export beer ... and they didn't even ask
for my ID. Dammit.
> I was intrigued by the warning label but not stupid or drunk enough
> to put it to the test.
The effect is not all that spectacular; it's about as volatile as
lighter fluid. I expect you could hold burning 151 in your cupped
hand for a few seconds with no problem. (This is an old trick with
lighter fluid, but I assume no responsibility for those who decide to
try it.)
> On Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:29:49 -0500, Dave Sill <da...@sill.org>
> scrawled:
>
> For all you know, they may have told him many times.
Hence the use of the word "maybe". Of course, this is all highly
speculative given the inconclusive postmortem, lack of toxicology
results, and reliance on hearsay.
> You can't force someone to listen.
You can, to a degree. If Penn was aware of the risks and *chose* to
ignore them, that's fine with me: it's his life. But if suicide by
chronic overindulgence wasn't his intent, then I think his friends are
culpable. If he was unable to control himself, maybe he could have
been committed for evaluation and treatment.
-Dave
> It was the first thing I bought at 12:01 a.m. when I turned 21.
The drinking age was 21 in your state way back then, pre-Elizabeth
Dole? In Minnesota, it was 18 -- the first legal alcohol I bought in
a store was a case of Special Export beer ... and they didn't even ask
for my ID. Dammit. >>
I think, in fairness, that every kid growing up where I did (Ohio) was
aware of Everclear, but man ... 130 thru 151 proof just doesn't sound
like my idea of a pleasant drink.
It's pretty entertaining reading the "Top Drinks" that you can make
with 151 proof Bacardi rum at http://www.drinksmixer.com/desc185.html
(bottom of the page)
>I think, in fairness, that every kid growing up where I did (Ohio) was
>aware of Everclear, but man ... 130 thru 151 proof just doesn't sound
>like my idea of a pleasant drink.
Everclear had little or no taste, as I recall. A guy I knew used to
buy it just because it was a quick drunk, and he let me have a sip. It
must have been primarily for mixing with more flavorful things and to
increase the alcohol content.
Stacia
I can only speak for the states in which I lived around then. First
off, I misremembered the Minnesota age. It was 19, not 18. I know
this because we used to pile into good ol' Rod's pickup truck and
drive to Wisconsin (where the legal age was 18) to drink, then drive
back. (It sounds worse than it probably was ... I don't remember any
serious drunk driving on these trips.) Maryland was 18 for beer and
wine, 21 for liquor. Illinois was 18 or 19, I'm not sure. I'm pretty
sure Rhode Island and Florida were 18. This was all around 1979-1984.
The Elizabeth Dole, Reagan's Secretary of Transportation, undertook a
project to force the states to raise the drinking age to 21. The
federal government has no constitutional authority to set drinking
ages, so she simply wrote a rule depriving a state that refused to
play along of some portion of federal highway funds. The rationale
for all this was that kids under 21 would drive from "21" states to
"18" or "19" states (as I did) to drink, resulting in an increase in
drunk driving. The phenomenon was referred to as "blood borders,"
which is a nice, vivid bit of imagery.
Of course, Mexico and Canada, with whom many states share long
borders, would continue to serve 18-year-olds, so the "blood borders"
would at best be shifted around a bit, not abolished, but so far as I
know forcing states to *lower* their drinking ages to 18 was not
contemplated. I wrote a letter to Reagan, my congressman, both my
senators and the Washington Post pointing this out. I got a form
letter back from the White House, and a nice handwritten note thanking
me from some flunky at the Post, but the latter did not print the
letter.
Anyway, all the states and D.C. now have a drinking age of 21. So
much for the "new federalism," I guess.
>
>In the previous article, Terry del Fuego <t_del...@hotmail.com>
>wrote:
>> >The drinking age was 21 in your state way back then, pre-Elizabeth
>> >Dole?
>>
>> Yes, can't remember a time when it wasn't. Am I wrong that more
>> states were 21 than 18 before the government was gotten off the
>> backs of the latter?
>
>I can only speak for the states in which I lived around then.
In California during the 50's it was 21 and I had a fake ID. In Baja I
could drink myself silly and used to bring back ultra-cheap bottles of
Tequila AƱejo and Kahlua (plus other tidbits).
During the same period in Southern Indiana (where I spent summers), it
was also 21 and we'd drive across the Ohio into Kentucky where the
drinking age must have been 18, because no one ever asked for ID.
Oddly, no one asked to see my ID - fake or otherwise - until *after* I
was 21.
> Yes, can't remember a time when it wasn't. Am I
> wrong that more states were 21 than 18 before the
> government was gotten off the backs of the latter?
> > In Minnesota, it was 18 -- the first legal alcohol I
> > bought in a store was a case of Special Export beer ...
> > and they didn't even ask for my ID. Dammit.
In Pennsylvania in the mid-60s it was 21 ... but 18 in New York (20
miles east) and 18 in Ohio for 3.2 beer (20 miles west). When I was
16 I altered my license with a razor blade ... but I was never carded
the few times I went to New York ... and I looked like I was 14.
> > The effect is not all that spectacular; it's about as
> > volatile as lighter fluid. I expect you could hold burning
> > 151 in your cupped hand for a few seconds with no
> > problem.
> I had the same experience--I was desperate to get
> carded, but didn't. But then, that was well before
> anyone was aware that some people who were under
> the legal drinking age occasionally attempted to drink
> anyway.
I was carded in Los Angeles up until 1981 (early to mid-30s) ... when
I moved to New Jersey.
> Ya know, I used to really, really like to drink...but I
> must have been the world's most utterly boring drunk.
> I can think of several times in my youth when I
> deliberately--and successfully--set out to get plastered,
> but I can't think of a single "Hey, look at this!" stunt
> that I ever attempted. Maybe my memory is just being
> kind...or didn't survive.
Heh ... I never need alcohol ... or anything else to participate in
some of the most retarded "Hey, look at this" stunts ... And often
they involved lighter fluid.
As a teenage smoker with a Zippo ... lighter fluid was always around.
Prom night in 1966 a guy passed out naked, at a party ... and I have
to tell you ... it's not quite as easy to shake the flame off when the
whole forest is on fire. I can still hear the howls.
Argh how disgusting... probably addiction...argh.
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Cheers,
Sarndra, Christchurch, New Zealand
www.angelfire.com/ok/nzfamily
"Should I be worried my family's Coat of Arms
tied at the back?"
> Oddly, no one asked to see my ID - fake or otherwise - until *after* I
> was 21.
I'd been drinking at bars and restaurants in NYC since I was 15, and I
never got proofed until I was 22. That happened at some piss-ant
liquor store near West Point. Didn't piss me off until he took my
money and didn't thank me, which was when I called him a dumbass.
I did routinely get proofed for cigarettes at the deli near my high
school, though. I'd just walk down a block to the other deli.
>Can't help but wonder how many kids would really give a damn about
>alcohol if it were relegated to "not a big deal" status. I don't
>think most of them would care to drink it in the absence of forbidden
>fruit status. But I could well be wrong.
There are countries where that's the case. You can go into a cheery
Belgian cafe and see young people drinking with their friends who are
not drinking, and it's all very civilised and nobody needs to scoop
them out of the gutter at the end of the evening. The same is the case
in most European countries south of Denmark.
Young people grow up with a perfectly normal approach to alcohol: a
glass of wine with a meal, a nice beer if you feel like it, some vodka
and Red Bull if you feel like getting shit-faced. The latter is rare,
as far as I can see, and I get about a bit.
You have to learn how to handle alcohol sensibly, don't you think? Why
leave that education until a person is 18? 21, by the way, is
positively ludicrous. Antedeluvian. A boy on his way to die in Iraq
can't even buy a beer? Your country is MAD.
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AH