Corey Haim wants to work

[Icepik]

I used to love him as a teenager....I've watched that 'Two Coreys' or whatever the hell it is, Haim is just ANNOYING!! Feldman seems like he has his shit together though.

Exactly. That show proved that Haim is nothing more than a loser, trying to recapture his long dead fame. He hasn't moved on, nor will he ever. He's out of control, has no concept of anything or anyone other than himself. He needs to give up and get a job like the rest of us folks. Did you see the episode where he cried like a baby because he wasn't asked to be in "The Lost Boys2"...??? Lord, like that's the only reason he's alive or something!

Haim needs to stop hitting the snooze button on his 15 minutes of fame - IT'S OVER, PAL. If anyone questioned it, it was proven on that program.

[louiswinthorpe111]

Corey Haim Is Back, Ready To Make Amends, And Still Has Enough Money To Pay For An Ad In 'Variety' Begging For Work

He looks like my 8th grade gym teacher, Ms. Smiley!

[glamazon]

ok, I too wondered what he really looked like...

here's a pic from The Two Coreys:

and also go on the link and click it to see it closely....he looks REAL bad.

oh! you can click it to make it larger...sorry. Look at Corey Haim's grill...I'm never touching drugs now.

[RevellingInSane]

When I was a tween, I lurved Haim and never understood what girls liked about Feldman.

Fast forward. Feldman is the hot one and Haim is a douche. This is deplorable and pathetic.

[heathersharon]

OK Corey. So you want to work? Fine. You live in LA, right? Okay. Well, I don't. I've never been there and I don't work in the industry. But, just off the top of my head, if you want to work...well...you could go to auditions. Audition for everything - commercials, pilots, movies, stage...but don't do porn. Show up at open casting calls. Stay off the drugs. Take some acting classes. Hone your craft. Read about acting. Stay off drugs. Stop sucking dick for cash. Take your life seriously. In short...if you want to work so badly, then WORK. If you can't get an acting job, then your JOB IS TO GET A JOB.

Oh, and no more ads. They smell of desperation and make you look like a douche, no matter what Feldman says.

[AgentOrange]

Corey Haim services fan for money

http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/intelli...rt/gossip.html

Corey Haim
Dirt-long time drug addict, currently is broke and living in Toronto; so desperate for cash, he had sex with a fan for a few hundred $$$; is currently selling personal items on Ebay for a few dollars

[sparkly]

Corey Haim services fan for money

http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/intelli...rt/gossip.html

Uhhh....

[Voodoo Child]

I have no words.

[cheray]

But you gotta admit he had something in Lost Boys. He was really good. I cant believe that this guy is the same guy. Drugs are bad.

[sprynkles]

I really like Feldman's tan shoes in that pic. He's very cute.
Haim looks like 40 year old ass in his ad. Sad.

[buttmunch]

Why do men pluck their eyebrows? It never, ever looks right.

[Laurent]

I can't believe I missed this thread. What a pathetic, desperate turn Haim's life has taken. Let's not forget who used to be the cuter Corey . . .





And now . . .



Feldman is like 4 billion times better looking now. Never did I imagine in this or any alternate universe that Corey Feldman would be the hot one.

Corey Haim is a guy who declared war on his brain, and won.

You never fail to crack me up, AgentOrange.

[cheray]

Wonder if he is a drag queen sometimes. Looks like he could be. Those plucked eyebrows are a giveaway.

[mjw]

After covering Vice.com writer Jamie Lee Curtis Taete's trip to Corey Feldman'shorrifically depressing birthday party, we were put in touch with Lila Whitney (not her real name), a woman who'd been to Feldman's house for an even more fun—and even more depressing—party: An orgy.

The first time I met Corey Feldman was when I sat at his table at the Playboy Mansion at the infamous Kandyland Halloween party. The second time was when a porn-star friend of mine was featured dancing at a strip club in Hollywood. The third time was when I went to an orgy at his house.

If you were alive in the 80s, you know who Corey Feldman is. He was the kind of guy who landed the covers of magazines like Tiger Beat—and the kind of guy who wound up an addict. If you’ve seen any episode of E! True Hollywood Story, you know how the rest goes: He went to rehab, got sober, found his higher power. Unlike many former child stars, Corey aged very well. He’s still hot and has all of his hair.

Which helps explain how I ended up at an orgy at his house.

Like many orgy stories (I think), this one starts with me out at the club by myself. It's maybe two years ago. I’m going to see a promoter I know, and planning on running into a few acquaintances. To my surprise, I run into a casting director, Paul. (His name is not Paul.) I’d met with Paul a few times, though he never booked me for anything. He tells me he’s Corey’s roommate. Paul’s very impressed with himself for being roommates with Corey, as if it makes him more fuckable. He tells me that they’re having a little party once the club closes. He invites me.


I drive up to the house and enter. It’s filled with memorabilia from Corey’s childhood—movie posters, pinball machines. It’s like his inner child did all the decorating. I walk around the house and find everyone in the kitchen making drinks.

I make a drink and head to the bathroom. It’s filthy. I watch a cockroach come out of the bathtub drain. I think about mentioning it to Paul and Corey, but don’t.

I walk upstairs toward the bedroom. On the landing past the stairs, Paul’s assistant is on her knees, performing oral sex on another girl. I watch for a few seconds in shock and a little bit in awe, jealous of her perfectly-waxed vagina. Then I look up and see Paul, who tells me that this isn’t just a regular party.

It’s a sex party.

I head into the bedroom, where I find Corey using drugs and hooking up with a group of girls. He has an industrial canister of nitrous oxide with cartridges that look like giant bullets. I think, this ain’t no Reddi Whip—isn’t Corey sober? He’s always on television or in People talking about his higher power.

But in Former Child Star Land, apparently N₂0 is Jesus Christ. He must be really into nitrous because this wasn’t the kind of equipment you could just buy at a headshop or from a drug dealer. He’d clearly spent time ordering this over the internet.

Paul offers me some molly. Although everyone else at the orgy is rolling, I just want some of the coke in my purse. Using nitrous oxide and molly is completely crazy and beyond the boundaries of even my own drug use. Of course, I take a few hits anyway.

The party reminds me of that episode of Saved by the Bell where a fictitious celebrity comes to Bayside High to film an anti-drug PSA, and then offers Kelly some weed.
Only, the drug is ecstasy, not marijuana. And everyone is naked.

I take a another hit of nitrous and then take off all my clothes.


Paul says to Corey, “Isn’t she hot?” He says yes, and we kiss. Corey has a sick body. There’s a reason why he was on so many magazine covers. He starts to finger me.
He’s awesome with his fingers. A few more minutes and I might come.

Then Paul comes up to me and he starts to hook up with me. He leads me to the bed, where Corey is fucking another blonde who’s hotter and has a better body than me. I watch them have sex. I’ve never seen anyone else actually have sex in front of me before.

Paul finishes with me and I notice two other girls on the bed making out. One is Paul’s assistant. We catch each other’s eyes and start to make out. It’s the first time I’ve kissed another girl, but she’s so hot, and if I’m going to do something I’m not entirely comfortable with, I’m glad it’s with her.

Suddenly, Corey stops fucking the hot blonde and tells her to change the song on the CD. Bewildered by the request, and the circumstances, I start to listen to the music. It sounds vaguely familiar. I realize Corey has requested to hear his own CD. He’s having an orgy and listening to himself sing at the same time.

I see another guy on the bed. He’s not Corey. He’s not Paul. He’s not even hot. But, trying to keep up some sort of orgy etiquette, I introduce myself, and we start making out. I realize I have no obligation to fuck him or even hook up with him. I can’t even figure out why he’s here, other than to take Corey and Paul’s leftovers.

I look over at Corey fucking the hotter blonde and try to cut in. I want him. He’s like a trophy, or a souvenir. I start kissing him, but he sort of ignores me and goes back to the hotter girl. A minute later he stops having sex—not to hook up with me, but to take a hit of nitrous. I feel seriously unattractive. I want him to want me. But he just doesn’t. The coke is wearing off and I don’t have any more. All they have is ecstasy and that’s not my thing. All of these insecure girl thoughts go through my head: I shouldn’t have eaten at all this week. Why didn’t I flat iron my hair better? Why doesn’t he want me? I am so fucked up.


I decide to leave, but couldn’t leave so quickly. Because I could only find one shoe. This is like Cinderella on drugs. I can’t leave without my shoes. Okay, I guess I could, but I was missing a $500 shoe, not exactly Old Navy flip flops. I wander around the room with one stiletto on, neurotically looking for the other one. Corey sees me and asks if I am okay. Embarrassed, I tell him I have to leave to walk my dog, and that I can’t find my shoe. He sort of stops what he’s doing and looks around to help me. Without getting off the bed. I tell him I’ve got it and finally, by some miracle of the orgy Gods, I spot my shoe.

On the way out, I pass a room with a drawing taped to the door. It says “Zen.” That is the name of his 9-year-old son. It must be his room.

At this point, the coke has worn off completely. I think to myself, this is the home of a young boy. Corey’s son will come home from his mother’s house at some point and be totally unaware of the debauchery that occurred feet from where he lays his head to sleep. Corey will make the bed and wash the sheets. He’ll clean the cocaine off the mirror in his bathroom. It’ll be as if it never happened at all.

Lila Whitney would like readers to know that she stopped using drugs after this incident. She can be reached at lilawhitney@gmail.com. Defamer reached out to Feldman and "Paul" for comment on this story, and never heard back. Have your own seedy tales of C-list Hollywood living? Share them with tips@defamer.com.
http://defamer.gawker.com/i-accident...rgy-1203008847

[BoogsBun]

Ummm...wrong Corey. Unless they pulled a Weekend at Bernie's, with Corey Haim.