“I am so dead they’re going to have to bury me twice “- Corey Haim

Corey Haim died, which was pretty sad. He was always my favorite of the two Coreys. In the fall of 1988, my mom took me and Robbie Haas to see “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” but for some reason it wasn’t playing so we ended up seeing “License to Drive” which would later serve as an unbeknownst premonition to my own future drivers test woes. I really wanted to be like Corey Haim when I was a kid, and he inspired many of my early ambitions. It’s weird to think that getting caught up in all the seriousness of art, music and show business, that what initially got me into all this stuff was just wanting to be like childhood icons I once idolized like Corey Haim, Christopher Pettiet and Jonathan Brandis…a trifecta of cool dudes I spent endless hours trying to look like in the mirror in the early to mid nineties.

All three of them are dead. Someone preserve Edward Furlong!

I even liked Corey Haim’s later teen movies when he was starting on the way down. I remember a humid summer evening in 1992 watching “Prayer of the Rollerboys” by myself on the third floor and thinking it was a cinematic masterpiece. I have not seen it since but would like to. I always wished for these guys to make a comeback, and when I lived in Los Angeles I used to daydream about writing indie scripts that would be vessels for people like Jonathan Brandis and Corey Haim to make stage big comebacks and win Academy Awards or like the Sundance Film Festival or something. Alas, it never happened.

There are so many classic Corey Haim scenes, but one that comes to mind is when he is singing “Aint got a Home” in the bathtub in “The Lost Boys”


I ain’t got no home
No place to roam
I ain’t got a home
No place to roam
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

I ain’t got no sister
I ain’t got a brother
I ain’t got a father
Not even a mother
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo

Well, I got a voice
And I love to sing
I can sing like a bird
And I can sing like a frog
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

I ain’t got a girl
I ain’t got a son
I ain’t got no kin
I ain’t got no one
I’m a lonely frog
I ain’t got a home

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