"Heidi was
hired for Farley by a friend for $2,000. She joined Farley at a party in Lincoln
Park (in Chicago) at 11 AM. There were drugs going around..." [Find A Death]
"The Last Days of Chris Farley," a new book due sometime this summer, with Playboy running excerpts in its May issue, and co-authored by his brother Tom, not the sibling who discovered Chris's addiction-ridden body, is said to be the definitive bio of the late funnyman. Among the many great quotes we've found that detail a tragic finish to a great life and career...
David Spade: "I got a lot of shit at the end about 'Why weren't you there for
him?' But being that close, I dealt with it all the time. And in that
situation, before the guy's dead, he's just kind of an asshole. Truth
is, you get a junkie who's wasted all the time and moody and angry and
trying to knock you around, you say, 'OK, you go do that, and I'll be
over here.' " [via IMDB and Defamer]
Heidi the hooker: "Chris claimed he’d been up for 4 days, without sleep.
They tried
to have sex, but Chris couldn’t. Cut to 11 PM – Chris and Heidi were
back at
his apartment in the Hancock building. She was getting pissed off
because she
wanted to get paid, and Chris claimed that the friend was supposed to
pay her.
They supposedly tried sex again, unsuccessfully, and finally at 3am she
decided
to take off. Farley was clearly inebriated, and as she was leaving his
apartment, he collapsed about 10 feet from the door.
"Heidi claimed she
could hear 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."
What a terrible way to go, with your unused hooker taking a picture of your corpse for her photo album. (The photo of his dead body is available on line, but we're not about to include that here. We're not TMZ or some other awful institution.)
We'd prefer to think of him not in that way but as Newt Gingrich... or, better yet, as Chris Farley, Master Pickup Artist...
