Unlike my friend Bill Perkins, a journalist in Dothan, Ala., I actually had heard of Lamar Odom before he passed out in that Nevada brothel.
But this social media post from my friend is just too good not to share:
“Never heard of Lamar Odom before he whorehoused himself into a coma. Now it’s all you hear about.
“It might be different if what we heard was ‘Boy, what a dumbass that guy must be.’ Instead, it’s all, ‘Omigod, he opened an eye!’ As if he won’t still be a colossal dumbass when he fully recovers.
“How many homeless people could have been fed with the $75,000 he spent on prostitutes and whatnot over three days?
“A helluva lot, that’s how many.”
I happen to want Odom to recover. I’m guessing my pal Bill does, too.
My other hope is that this near-death experience teaches the young man a valuable life lesson. And that he learns from it and changes his life for the better.
Hey, sometimes miracles do occur.