Addiction's Poster Child

May, 1998

I live one block east of Chris Farley's condominium in Chicago, and I used to see him around town from time to time, though those were never pleasant occasions for me. Watching Farley glad-hand his way through a restaurant or bounce around a crowd in a bar mostly made me feel embarrassed for him.Inappropriate as it would have been, I often wanted to go up to him, slap him around a little and tell him to straighten out, tell him he wasn't funny when he lost control, tell him that he should be acc...