In my opinion, it seems that the artistic and performance contributions of teenage heartthrob Leif Garrett are not adequately recognized. He warranted greater acknowledgment!
Across his journey, the one-time teen idol faced significant triumphs and setbacks. Unfortunately, his pursuit of highs through drug addiction, employed as a coping mechanism, ultimately led to the decline of his career…
Before observing him in his current state at 61, it might be advisable to brace yourself.
He was quite the heartthrob… Leif Garrett began his career as a child actor, and in the 1970s, he captured the admiration of young women when he transitioned to become a musician.
According to my mom, during trips to the grocery store with her parents, Leif’s face graced the covers of various teen magazines at the checkout lanes, causing a stir among fans.
The American singer-actor, born in Hollywood, California, made his debut at the age of 5 in the 1969 movie “Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice,” which ranked as the sixth highest-grossing film of the year.
Following this, the dreamy-eyed, blond heartthrob starred in the film “Walking Tall” and its two sequels. In 1983, he joined other teen heartthrobs, such as Matt Dillon, C. Thomas Howell, Patrick Swayze, and Tom Cruise, in Francis Ford Coppola’s “The Outsiders.”
Some may also recognize him from his roles in TV series like “Family,” “The Odd Couple” (1974), “Wonder Woman” (1978), and “CHiPs” (1979).
In 1977, he launched his inaugural album, “Leif Garret,” causing a fan frenzy with covers of popular songs such as “The Wanderer” (Dion), “Surfin’ USA” (The Beach Boys), and Paul Anka’s “Put Your Head on My Shoulder.”
At the peak of his success, Garrett, with his blond, unkempt hair, toured globally, eliciting ecstatic reactions from his predominantly young female fans.
“I was on a public appearance tour in Sydney, Australia, and they had to fly me in by helicopter. Then, I jumped into an armored car and drove into the theater through the back door. I’ve tried using a limo there before, but the fans almost tipped it over. I guess it’s an adrenaline rush for them. They just freak out. It’s very strange,” Garrett shared with New York Daily News in 1979.
Despite his music nearing the top of the charts, he grappled with management issues that made him feel like an “impostor.” The transition to adulthood posed another challenge for Garrett.
“I believe I was a good performer from the start, but I wish they had offered me singing lessons before making a record and engaging in the typical practice of punching in a sentence here or there or words or whatever,” Garrett stated in an interview.
“There’s a particular track (‘I Was Looking for Someone to Love’) that doesn’t even sound like me at all. I would even possibly say I wasn’t even on that track. And to me, that IS fraud. That’s like a Milli Vanilli situation, the difference being, of course, mine was blended many times with myself and somebody else.”
In 1979, Garrett’s career took a nosedive when, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, he crashed a car, sending it rolling down a hillside in North Hollywood. This tragic incident left his close friend Ronald Winkler paralyzed.
However, Garrett’s life took a further negative turn. In 1980, during what he describes as “the pinnacle of pinup fame,” he indulged in a lifestyle of sex, drugs, and rock and roll alongside the iconic Queen frontman, Freddie Mercury. This period coincided with the recording of Queen’s highly successful album “The Game,” featuring hits like “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” and “Another One Bites the Dust.” Garrett formed a friendship with the band, experiencing the real rock star life complete with girls and drugs.
Reflecting on this tumultuous time in an interview with Fox for the release of his memoir, “Idol Truth,” Garrett admitted, “I don’t think I was a very mature 16-year-old. I became mature very quickly because I was always surrounded by adults who were drinking and doing coke. I was a child, but being treated as an adult… And all of this was coming out of my pocket.”
He continued, “You know, I probably have the greatest fan base that I could ever imagine for myself. They have stuck with me through thick and thin. And as you know, I’ve gotten myself in plenty of bad situations. There was a lot of bad decision-making. But at the same time, I didn’t have the parental guidance that I should have at that time.”
Garrett has accumulated a lengthy list of charges, including dropping out of rehabilitation and encountering various legal issues. These incidents involved attempting to purchase drugs from undercover police and concealing heroin in his shoe.
Despite earnest attempts to rebuild his life and career, Garrett eventually regressed into his old habits. Due to his comical encounters with the law, Garrett was chosen to provide commentary on the comedy show “World’s Dumbest,” which highlights the antics of “most amazingly stupid” criminals.
The program also featured other celebrities known for their personal misadventures, such as Todd Bridges, Tonya Harding, Gary Busey, and Danny Bonaduce.
Subsequently, Garrett secured a prominent role on VH1’s “Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew,” a show he initially resisted participating in. Garrett accused the show of inducing a relapse for dramatic effect, a claim vehemently denied by VH1.
In an interview the LA Times, Garrett said: “They asked to get some footage of me using, and I said, ‘I haven’t been using. They said, ‘We really have to get footage of you using.’ Anyway, I was easily talked into showing them.”
When a counselor with the production called him out, suggesting he was still using, Garrett walked off the show saying: “This is insanity and quite honestly I don’t appreciate it.”
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Younger Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Knocked on My Door Smiling
Tori’s world shatters when her cruel parents abandon her and her two little brothers, leaving them to fend for themselves. Years later, just as she begins to rebuild her life, her estranged parents knock on her door, smiling as if nothing happened. Why have they returned now, after all these years, and what do they want from Tori?
I watched in shock as my parents rushed around the living room, packing their things. “We’ll call child services, and they’ll take you away,” my father barked.
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My little brothers clung to me, their faces etched with confusion and fear.
“Tori, what’s happening?” Lucas asked with wide, scared eyes.
He was just six, and my heart broke for him.
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“I don’t know, Lucas,” I said, hugging him tight. “But it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
The thing was, I was only 15, and I had no idea what was happening.
Ben, who was only five, began crying. “I don’t want to go, Tori. I want to stay with you.”
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My heart ached for my little brothers.
I wanted to protect them, to keep us all together, but I felt so powerless.
The doorbell rang, and my heart sank even further.
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It was the Child Protective Services, just like Dad had threatened.
A woman with a kind face stepped into the living room. She introduced herself, but I didn’t catch her name. My mind was racing too fast.
“I’m here to help,” she said gently. “I know this is hard, but we need to take you somewhere safe.”
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Lucas tightened his grip on me, and I held him close. “Please, don’t take us away,” I begged. “We can stay here, we’ll be good.”
The woman sighed, her eyes sad. “I’m sorry, Tori. It’s not up to me.”
Tears streamed down my face as they led us out of the house.
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Lucas and Ben were crying, too, their little hands clutching mine until they were pulled away. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.
We were loaded into separate cars, each headed to a different foster home.
I watched my brothers through the car window, their tear-streaked faces disappearing from view.
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The drive to my foster home was a blur of tears and confusion.
I kept replaying my father’s cold words in my head, wondering how it had come to this.
How could they just throw us away like that?
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The next chapter of my life began at the Thompsons’ foster home, and it was no better.
From the moment I arrived, I felt like an outsider.
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson barely looked at me, treating me like a burden rather than a child in need.
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I could feel their cold glances and the way they spoke to me, always short and dismissive.
It was clear I wasn’t wanted.
“Make sure you finish your chores, Tori,” Mrs. Thompson would say, her voice devoid of any warmth.
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“Yes, ma’am,” I would reply, keeping my head down.
The loneliness was suffocating.
I missed Lucas and Ben terribly and wondered if they were okay or if they missed me, too.
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The days dragged on, each one blending into the next, filled with chores and silence.
There was no warmth, no comfort, only the cold indifference of a family that didn’t care.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. And so, I decided to run away.
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I thought maybe I could find my brothers, or at least find a place where I felt less alone. The first time I ran, I didn’t get far. The police found me and brought me back.
The Thompsons were furious.
“Why do you keep trying to run away?” Mr. Thompson snapped at me. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re causing?”
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“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, but I knew I wasn’t. I just wanted out.
Every time I ran away, the same thing happened. I would be dragged back, scolded, and ignored even more. But I didn’t give up.
One rainy night, I made up my mind. I packed a small bag with the few belongings I had and slipped out the window.
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Choosing the uncertainty of the streets over the Thompsons’ cold indifference was the hardest decision I ever made.
Life on the streets was harsh and unforgiving. I found temporary refuge in an old, abandoned trailer. It had a broken door and a leaky roof, but it gave me some shelter from the elements.
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Every day after that was a struggle.
I worked odd jobs, anything that would pay a few dollars to keep me going. I cleaned cars, carried groceries, and even helped out at a local diner. The money was barely enough, but I was surviving somehow.
The hardest part of it all was not knowing where my brothers were.
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I missed Lucas and Ben so much. I visited them whenever I could, but they were moved around so much that it became increasingly difficult.
One day, when I went to visit Ben, the most heartbreaking thing happened.
When I knocked on the door, an unfamiliar face answered.
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“Excuse me, can I see Ben?” I asked.
The woman shook her head. “No, they moved out last week. I think they went to another state.”
My heart sank. “Do you know where they went?” I asked desperately.
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She looked at me with pity. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
I felt like I had failed Ben. I sat on the steps of the house and cried.
I had promised Ben we would be together, and now it felt like that promise was shattered.
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As days turned into weeks, I clung to the hope that I would find my brothers again. Lucas was still in town, and I visited him whenever I could.
But the fear of losing him, too, was always in the back of my mind.
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Months later, I got a job as a cleaner at a small shop on the outskirts of town. The work was menial, scrubbing floors and cleaning shelves, but it was steady.
Every penny I earned, I saved. I lived frugally, spending only on the essentials.
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One day, while sweeping the floor, the shop owner, Mr. Jenkins, noticed my hard work. “Tori, you’re a hard worker,” he said. “Have you thought about going back to school?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. I want to go to college, but money is tight.”
Mr. Jenkins smiled kindly. “Keep saving, and you’ll get there. I believe in you.”
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His words gave me hope. I continued to work hard, and eventually, I saved enough to enroll in community college. But balancing work and studies was tough. My days started early with cleaning the shop, and my evenings were filled with classes and homework.
There were times when I felt overwhelmed, but I kept pushing through. I remembered the promise I made to myself and my brothers. I had to make something of myself. I couldn’t let them down.
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Years passed, and finally, I graduated with a degree in business administration. With my newfound qualifications, I applied for a job as a store assistant at a large clothing store.
Starting at the bottom was challenging, but I was no stranger to hard work. I showed up early, stayed late, and always gave my best.
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With time, my manager, Ms. Carter, noticed my dedication.
“Tori, you’re doing great work,” she said one day as we restocked shelves together. “I’m promoting you to a supervisor.”
“Thank you, Ms. Carter!” I said, excited and grateful. “I promise I’ll do my best.”
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As a supervisor, I faced new challenges and responsibilities. I worked hard, learning from mistakes and asking for advice. My efforts paid off, and after a few years, I became the store manager.
But it seemed like fate had decided to test me once again. Just as I was settling into my new apartment, there was a knock on the door.
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I opened it to see my parents, Charles and Linda, standing there with suitcases in hand, smiles plastered on their faces as if nothing had ever happened.
“Hello, darling!” my mother said cheerfully.
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I stood there, frozen in disbelief. They had the audacity to show up now after all these years?
“Can we come in?” my father asked, still smiling.
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Still in shock, I stepped aside, letting them enter. They sat in the kitchen, a stark silence hanging between us. I made coffee, my mind racing with a thousand questions.
As they sipped their drinks, my mother finally spoke. “We were hoping you could let us stay here for a while, just until we get back on our feet.”
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I stared at her, taken aback. “You want to live with me?”
“Yes,” they both said, almost in unison.
“Why? How did you even find me?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.
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“Oh, sweetie, how does that matter? We are family, and family is supposed to help each other, right?”
I couldn’t contain my anger any longer.
“Oh really?” I snapped. “You haven’t asked a single thing about my brothers since you arrived. You just show up here, expecting me to help you after you abandoned us? Where were your ideas about family helping each other when we were struggling on the streets?”
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They looked taken aback, but I didn’t give them a chance to respond. I stood up and went upstairs, retrieving an old ten-dollar bill my father had given me years ago. Returning to the kitchen, I handed it to them.
“I hope this helps you as much as it helped me back then. Now, get out of my house and never come back.”
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Their smiles faded as the reality of my words sank in. Without another word, they gathered their things and left.
As the door closed behind them, I felt a strange sense of closure. They were gone, and I was finally free.
My past no longer held me back. I was ready for whatever came next.
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What would you have done?
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