When the Lord closes a door, someway he opens a window. You’ll note that this window smells a lot like perspiration and regret. Radar Online says:
David Arquette is undergoing treatment for depression and alcohol abuse at the Betty Ford Center.
Arquette tried to cope [with the breakdown of his marriage to Courteney Cox] on his own, but was forced to seek professional help after being confronted by loved ones.
He was photographed on New Years Eve at Beacher’s Madhouse [with a] badly bruised and swollen nose.
“He told me he’d fallen down and broken his nose,” said someone who spoke to the actor at the event. “He’d actually checked into rehab before New Year’s Eve, so he had his sober coach there with him all night.”
I can’t think of a more fun job than being a sober coach on New Year’s Eve. Maybe abortion doctor Christmas Day or Kirstie Alley during Lent. Provided “Armenian bikini waxer” wasn’t already up for grabs, I mean.
