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Addiction stories don’t get fairy-tale endings: Rob Ford and Peaches

Rob Ford

Twitter threw one hell of a wake last night. (It was good enough, in fact, to make you wonder if the eulogy published on The Atlantic earlier in the day might not be a bit premature.)

Rob Ford was the main draw for me, as I scrolled down looking for reactions to the early news that he was going to seek help. But the Raptors were also lighting up the court in a playoff game against the Nets, there were two Twitter parties being thrown by people I know and many more people were tweeting about the Mom 2.0 Summit. My feed was on fire.

But the news kept on keeping on, like a giant flood of bad trips that we’d all blacked out but could recognize as soon as we heard about them. The mayor at a dive strip-mall bar, the mayor gay bashing, the mayor making crude comments about Karen Stintz, the mayor digging deep into his repository of ethnic slurs and coming out with Dago.