I get that Philip Seymour Hoffman had an addiction. I get that he was a sensitive person who ate himself up with his intensity and devotion to his work.
Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Owning Mahoney”
And I get that there is a black hole staring back at all of us.
And I know that there are few, if any, who can match, Hoffman’s talent, his roles in Happiness, Magnolia, Doubt and on stage as Willy Loman.
“Death of a Salesman”
But I’m still pissed off at the guy. His death makes me lousy. Not sad. Mad.
- Hoffman in “Happiness”
His energy is gone, fucking gone. I can’t forgive him. Not yet.
And I expect it to be a while before that changes, considering that I’ve yet to forgive Jerry Garcia for his dumb-ass death…18 years back..