Eric Dane’s spokeswhore confirms to Star (via Radar) that he’s oil wrestling with his internal demons in a rehab clinic somewhere in Los Angeles. Eric isn’t in there to curb his craving for smoking crack in a tub full of Noxzema water. Eric is almost done with a 30-day program that will hopefully stop him from getting the hungries for dolls. His rep said this:
“Actor Eric Dane voluntarily checked himself into a treatment facility to help him get off of pain medication that he was prescribed for a sports injury that he suffered over the recent hiatus. He reports back to work next week. Business as usual.”
Eric’s wife and his co-star in the worst excuse for a sex tape ever, Rebecca Gayheart, has got a womb full of their second baby, so a source says that he’s cleaning himself up and trying to get his shit together.
You know, Eric and Rebecca have already reminded me of the prettier and slightly more stable version of Charlie Sheen and Brooke Mueller. Like there’s a thin layer of zipped up sleaze around them. If they invited you over, they’d probably sit really close to you on their velvet sofa and Eric would deep groan as he rubbed your thigh while Rebecca tried to get you to sip from a plastic cup that smells like boxed wine and Zicam.
But good for Eric for trying to clean his mess up. Eric does not want to be that father who takes his newborn baby to the emergency room and tries to get the doctors to prescribe it Xanax milk because he believes that its non-stop crying is due to an anxiety disorder. (Yes, everything I learned about stealing meds from a child I learned from Nurse Jackie.)
Here’s Eric Dane looking like McMethy while using a stranger to play a dumb joke on the paparazzi in L.A. late last month.