I met Robin Williams backstage in 1982 at a club in Los Angeles. He was an energy source. Wired. His mind was so quick that by the time I thought of something clever, I was looking at his back.
His death is a tragedy. Unfortunately, we must endure those “entertainment insiders” who, often without attribution, give us unseemly clues about why he died at 63. Better to heed the medical experts with this simple message: if you are depressed, get help. Of course, help doesn’t always work.
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