Bob Forrest–a.k.a., Johnny Depp Stole My Look–Drug Addict Turned Savior

Posted on September 2, 2011 by


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If you read my old blog, you’d know I love Johnny Depp. I even got Andy to wear Johnny-like black glasses which you can read about here. On this blog, I’ve written about celebs like Jennifer Aniston and Tatum O’Neal. I love me some pop culture, but maybe it’s more. Maybe I’m just fascinated by personal stories. I’m fascinated by personal struggles. Hence this blog.


The other night in bed while watching Celebrity Rehab –that’s right, you heard me, I watch Celebrity Rehab–I turned to Andy and said, “You know what, maybe Bob Forrest didn’t steal Johnny Depp’s look after all. Maybe the hat and the glasses was Bob Forrest’s look first.”

“Actually, I heard Bob is really good friends with the Chili Peppers, so there might be some truth to that,” he said. “Bob was in Thelonious Monster.”

For those of you who haven’t sunk to the bottom of the barrel in this fully entertaining reality show television world of ours, please allow me to introduce you to who I THINK is the most honest, frank, intelligent, kind, caring, real person on reality tv. (And no, I’m not talking about Andy Cohen.) I’m talking about Bob Forrest, therapist and sobriety specialist.

Because I’ve known my share of alcoholics, and my share of fucked up musicians, I can’t help but watch Celebrity Rehab. Dr. Drew, I’ve decided, is a smart man with correct advice. Yet the man is an ego maniac. Bob Forrest is not this kind of man. (Though, what the hell do I know?) With interest comes research. So I did a little poking around and found this trailer–yep, there’s a movie about Bob Forrest called “Bob and the Monsters.”

First of all, as I’ve stated before in my Tatum post, there’s nothing better to me than an addict who is able to get better. I’ve known my share of alcoholics and I’ve known my share of fucked up musicians. There have been people in my life that I’ve loved and lost to alcohol.

Look around 00:53 in the trailer. Is that River Phoenix in the red shirt right there playing guitar while Bob is asking the audience “Anyone got some heroin?” It is. I know it is. I know that hair and that profile because I, like every other girl in America, loved River Phoenix. I loved him more and more… and the more fucked up he got. My Own Private Idaho showed that River couldn’t be caged as an actor. Not even a brilliant actor. River transcended to the other side and we never ever got him back.

Bob Forrest, apparently, was on that side too. He went dark into the place of hell and came back to make sense of sick, sick addicts like Tom Sizemore, Leif Garrett and Steven Adler. How does a person make sense of drug addled people who are willing to put themselves and their process on television? I’m not sure — but Bob nails the process. Everything that comes from his mouth makes sense. He takes people out of a hole with his hand and pulls them into a realistic light. I know. This is irony for reality television. There is NO realistic light in reality television. There is only a harsh glare of egomania at its finest. This is why I’m drawn to Bob. Others too, is my guess.

I’ve never had a problem with alcohol. Never had a problem with drugs. Never been in a situation like David Sheff (thank God) who wrote Beautiful Boy about his struggle to help his meth-addicted son, Nic. (It’s an amazing story.)

But when I see Bob, I’m compelled to say… Pull me out Bob. Help me understand.