I was always aware that pants-dampening hunk Tom Hardy had a messy drug-chasing past, but I never really knew what kind of drugs he was chasing. When a famous type admits they used to have Intervention-level problems, I always assume it’s either coke, pills, heroin, or some kind of fancy rich person drug I’ve never heard of because my budget only allows for sniffing the freon fumes out of the back of my refrigerator.
But today I learned Tom Hardy’s drug was crack, and that he would have taken his mom for a walk down to the closest pawnshop and traded her ass for cash to get it. Tom Hardy recently admitted to Essentials magazine (via Metro UK) just how bad things got for him, drug-wise:
“I was told very clearly, ‘You go down that road, Tom, you won’t come back.’ That message stayed with me clearly for the rest of my days. I am fucking lucky to be here. I would have sold my mother for a rock of crack.”
“Uh…thanks for not doing that? I guess?” replied Tom Hardy’s mom.
You know you’ve reached a dark place when you’re willing to sell a loved one for a hit. Although I think we can all relate; who of us hasn’t considered selling a close friend or family member for a Double-Double from In-N-Out or an empty 2L soda bottle filled with dipping sauce from Swiss Chalet? Exactly.
But I’ve never really understood the term “I’d sell my mother for ___.” How in the hell do you sell your own mom? Is there a section of Craigslist for buying and selling mothers? Is he’s implying that his drug dealer sometimes took mothers as payment? Or maybe I’ve been standing behind my fridge too long (that’s it).