She was a kind, peaceful soul who loved her friends and family and her bunnies and turtles…all animals, really. I couldn’t make Cherry’s memorial service, but I think about her almost every day. Later, toxicology reports cited an accidental overdose. All seemed well (posts of animals, which Cherry loved dearly…no weird drama or anything that would indicate any reason why she wouldn’t be with us anymore.)Ī few days later, one of her friends reached out to me at first, it seemed like foul play might be cause. I fought back tears and bit my lip and starting clicking all over the place: first, to Cherry’s profile and sure enough, the RIP’s were already being posted second, to her parents’ profiles, where I read frantically, trying to find a cause third, back to Cherry’s profile, scrolling up from the RIP’s for clues to her demise. “Hey Billy…is it true about Cherry? I just got a message from a friend of hers that she passed.” Maybe “Hey Billy, is it true about Cherry? Did she really bang President Trump?” or “Hey Billy, is it true about Cherry? She’s making a comeback?” That’s what I was hoping, but it wasn’t good. I was hoping it was something “good”, like…I dunno. You probably know you can only see the beginning of DM’s, and this one started with “Hey Billy…is it true about Cherry?” Of course I was immediately worried, but I waited a bit to open it.
With a couple minutes of down time, and while finishing up my coffee, I noticed a Facebook DM pop up on my cellphone. I was in the middle of my “morning routine” (coffee, e-mails, more coffee, confirming talent, more coffee, confirming locations…and then some more coffee). I received the terrible news on the morning of January 25th, while I was in Vegas, shooting smut and attending the AVN’s.
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