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November 02, 2007


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He may have deserved better, but he got what he wanted, in the end. That's what addicts do.

Your friends can't save you, only you can save yourself. If you won't change your life for yourself, then it can't be done for you.

That is a fact.

Brendan Wolfe

Thanks for the comment, Chris. I think you're right. His friends couldn't have saved Bix. I do find troubling, however, the way in which his myth has become the vehicle by which we collectively turn our heads away from the very real circumstances by which he lived and (so sadly, so pathetically) died.

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