Petey Pete Wentz has admitted that he once came close to ending it all. He was out of control and a bunch of doctors put him on prescription meds. These celebrities get the goods so fucking easy. I have to give a Meryl Streep performance just to get a little Vicodin from my doctor.
Petey painted the picture of that fateful night, “I got in my car. I remember I was listening to Jeff Buckley doing Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” and sat there and took a bunch of [anxiety drug] Ativan in a Best Buy parking lot. And I called up my manager because I was, at that point, completely out of my head with Ativan. And I was talking to him and I was slurring my words, so he called my mom and my mom called me and she came and got me and we went to the hospital.”
That sounds like a really bad scene in a really cheesy after-school special. Petey said he’s only telling the story now, because he wants to help other young people.
It’s such a good thing Petey was not taken from us. It’s much too soon and his death would destroy the lives of many people. The tears from all the emo tweens, MAC counter salespeople and straightening iron inventors would flood the world and drown us all.