File it under "money sure doesn't guarantee happiness"

There's an article in the NYT about "Friends" actor Matthew Perry and his autobiography about his disastrously addictions.  The short story:

Perry answers that question in the book, which Flatiron will publish on Nov. 1, by starkly chronicling his decades-long cage match with drinking and drug use. His addiction led to a medical odyssey in 2018 that included pneumonia, an exploded colon, a brief stint on life support, two weeks in a coma, nine months with a colostomy bag, more than a dozen stomach surgeries, and the realization that, by the time he was 49, he had spent more than half of his life in treatment centers or sober living facilities. ...

The book is full of painful revelations, including one about short-lived, alcohol-induced erectile dysfunction, and another in which Perry describes carrying his top teeth to the dentist in a baggie in his jeans pocket. (He bit into a slice of peanut butter toast and they fell out, he writes: “Yes, all of them.”)

Kind of hard to believe that line about how long he had been in "sober living facilities" - 24 years? - could be right.

I never cared much for "Friends" - it was a vastly overrated show if you ask me - but I guess it's nice to know that the other actors did care about his addiction problems to confront him sometimes. 

The article notes that he was making $1 million an episode at the peak of his sitcom days - and it ran for 10 years!   I guess part of the problem with being a super rich addict is that you never have the economic incentive to get clean because you can't afford the drugs.

Anyway, money doesn't buy happiness, as we all know.  But I still have bought a ticket for this week's Powerball $160 million dollar jackpot.  If I win, I might finally migrate the blog off Blogger!  Haha.