The world doesn’t want to know where or how Whitney Houston died. Why? We’re ashamed!!! DAMN!!! Another legendary, talented,and wonderful individual has bowed down to the enormous demons of life. What upset’s me is the same people who dogged her, took shots at her, are now SCREAMING R.I.P Whitney!!! I don’t fault Whitney; I fault all the people around her. People too afraid too care or too cool to show human characteristics. Cause right now “REAL” isn’t “HOTT” “FAKE IS IN”. We care about fake Butt$ and TA-Ta’$. Now that’s what’s Popping!!  Where and who are the people who really cared about her?  We laughed at her, made jokes about her and now we’re sorry.  Life is hard and FAME is harder. We front like our favorite celebrity doesn’t have real life issues and/or sometimes bad habits. We’re all junkie’s and addicted to Da Life, Da ballers, and Da Implants. FAME!!! Here’s my definition: Dealing with the pressure of being yourself. Some deal with it better than others; but through it all; sometimes it sucks to be Famous!!! Being as real as you can be without being fake. Most friends don’t love you. They love “The Life, The Parties, The Access, The Super Exclusive x Exclusive spots.  The “yeah we kicked it @ “such and such” wit “such and such”, but in reality “such and such” was 20 feet away. Friends don’t let friends smoke crack!!!! Just like friends don’t let friends get away with Bull$hit. If they’re truly your friend; then you can check ‘em. If you can’t check ‘em from the heart;  then you’re not friends anyway. Sometimes our friends kill us; Let’s not fall into the bad habits of others. “Misery Loves Company”!!!!