Friday, September 25, 2015

RIP MY BEAUTIFUL ROCK STAR BROTHER TOD ABRAMS

On August 30, 2015 my 52 year old brother Tod Abrams died from Xanax withdrawal at a $60,000/month drug rehab facility in Delray Beach, Florida called Caron Ocean Drive. He was there for only a month. The autopsy came back and all organs were perfect. We await toxicology to determine cause of death. *CLICK HERE: FOR TOD ABRAMS 2020 TRIBUTE PAGE

      TOD ABRAMS AND JIM CARREY
                                                                                       Photography by Blake Little                                           
For years his Beverly Hills doctors prescribed him daily Xanax for his sleeplessness. He claimed that never once did they explain Xanax withdrawal is comparable to that of heroin and that this “harmless” drug would negatively alter his brain chemistry forever. Instead of diagnosing the underlying issues and healing through holistic or behavior modification programs, his Doctors prescribed pharmaceuticals’ easy way out anti-anxiety drug XANAX. 

                                                                         Photography by Blake Little
                                                                              
 2 days before Tod left Los Angeles for rehab in Florida, he called me in desperation to hurry to his home. He thought he was dying from the threat of seizures and sickness. He cried in my arms and told me how scared he was as he held my face in his hands and kissed my cheeks and forehead. With a tenderness I hadn't experienced since HS, he wept into our hugs and kept calling me his twin. His weight was at starvation level, a vision that had me choking on tears upon first seeing him. My heart was sick. 2 weeks later he called me from rehab and we talked about how we were going to hang all the time when he returned - attend all his 13 year old son's athletic games and plays. He had gained 6 pounds and was working on becoming a better person. I was excited to have my big brother back in my life like when we were younger (pre-Hollywood) and he was present.


I am not involved nor do I know anything about a settlement or negligence - that is for his estate - husband of 20 years and biological son to investigate. My mother is alive today because I never left her side for 4 years. Have a loving health care advocate my friends. As I am a justice/truth seeker, I pray if people are at fault they should be punished, though at the core, I don't believe there is anyone to blame (incompetant doctors, rehabs, patient brokers, parents, thieving tricks, sociopathic bullies … ) but in this case the addict himself. 


The information both pros and cons on prescription medicines is all over the internet I have sadly come to learn. Being raised as twins, and both ostracized for being gay and/or Jewish, Tod and I had similar seemingly bottomless holes inside us. The difference between how we handled that emptiness is that I chose love to fill mine. God bless my beloved anti-anxiety medication of 9 years, Victoria - the kindest most loving soul I have ever known.



My parents are devastated as you can imagine. I am left feeling that we need to understand why this insidious drug is as prevalently over-prescribed as it is. In rehab Tod began working on his ideas for a foundation to educate and lobby for more transparency with prescription drugs like Xanax. Let my brother’s unexpected death put a spotlight on this dire epidemic in America.
NEW YORK TIMES reporter Nick Madigan unravels Tod's heartbreaking story on the front page of Florida's monthly THE COASTAL STAR. I pray that by sharing Tod's tragedy, we can save the lives of others in a similar circumstance. SCROLL DOWN FOR PDF OF NEWSPAPER.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline - 1 (800) 273-8255

THE COASTAL STAR - blog (easy to read) version:
http://thecoastalstar.ning.com/profiles/blogs/delray-beach-xanax-addiction-and-death
THE COASTAL STAR - newspaper PDF version (Pages 1,2,30,31): 
http://thecoastalstar.com/assets/edition88/edition88.pdf 

                                                                               TOD ABRAMS AND LUKE PERRY



THE PALM BEACH POST also covered Tod's harrowing experience. Scroll down to where it says, 'You get tired of calling the police': http://www.mypalmbeachpost.com/sober-home-invasion/

  TOD AND MOM ~ MEMORIAL VIDEO. Dedicated to my nephew Ethan. R.I.P. my beautiful big bro 8/63 - 8/15 and beloved Mom 3/35 - 12/15. Love you both forever. MUSIC ON MONTAGE PART ONLY REMOVED DUE TO COPYRIGHT. Audio before and after is unaffected.



In addition to his enormous success marketing Hollywood movies, Tod also penned a highly successful blog, The Reluctant Daddy, which ultimately got picked up to become a  reality series as seen in the pilot below. 



TOD'S SAD STORY IN THE COASTAL STAR - CLICK PICTURE TO ENLARGE:





By Nick Madigan
    Tod Abrams’ last act, in a life that included a once-thriving career as a Hollywood film executive and fathering a son whom he said he adored, was to tie a pair of bathrobe cords together, loop them around his neck and fix a knot below his left ear. Then he hanged himself from a metal rod in a closet.
    “The anguish, anxiety and nightmares were unbearable,” the 52-year-old Abrams had written in a note to his family. Police found it on a dresser in his room on Aug. 30 last year, after he had been dead for a few hours. It was only a month after he had sought help with his addiction to Xanax, a sedative used to treat anxiety, at a $60,000-a-month residential facility run by Caron Treatment Centers in an upscale oceanside neighborhood in Delray Beach.
    “I haven’t slept in 4 days and I’m probably beginning to hallucinate,” his note went on. “The people here were very kind but the program was too rigorous, too difficult. I’m too fatigued to proceed on. I don’t have the strength.”
    With his death, Abrams joined the hundreds — perhaps thousands — of people suffering from substance use disorders who in recent years have succumbed to their disease in Florida. In Palm Beach County alone, at least 377 people died last year from drug overdoses, according to Pamela Cavender, the records custodian for the county’s medical examiner, citing statistics that are still being assembled. The problem, Cavender said, is “out of control.”
    While the level of commitment to battling drug abuse varies widely, the success rate of treatment is exemplified not only by the almost ceaseless procession of deaths — whether by overdose, suicide or other means — but by the parade of addicts going in and out of rehabilitation centers and so-called sober homes in Delray Beach and other towns in South Florida.
    Distraught addicts who announce their intention to kill themselves are routinely taken for evaluation to the South County Mental Health Center and other institutions under the terms of the Baker Act, which provides for involuntary commitment of people deemed a danger to themselves or others.
    “Any time a kid says, ‘I’m going to kill myself,’ he gets Baker Acted,” said a Delray Beach firefighter-paramedic who asked not to be named and who has often transported such patients. “We’re doing 10 of those a week.”
    In the wake of Abrams’ death, his younger sister, Jill, and other relatives have been left to wonder why no such action was taken in his case, especially since he took part in regular counseling sessions at the Caron facility and, according to his family, often discussed his state of mind with anyone who would listen. It remains unclear whether he actually brought up the subject of suicide while at Caron, and officials of its parent organization declined to comment on his time there.
    Still, two days before her brother left for Delray Beach, Jill Abrams said, he told her he wanted to end it all. “ ‘The meds tell me to kill myself,’ ” she recalled him saying, and described him as “panicking and bouncing off the walls, crying hysterically.”
   “We all knew as a family that my brother was suicidal,” she said, and asked why it might not have been equally apparent to the caregivers at Caron. “He was there to be weaned off drugs, but I assumed that in all these counseling sessions they were also going to deal with his suicidal feelings.”
    Six months before he died, however, Abrams suggested in a blog that he had come to terms with ending his addiction to Xanax, which he said he had begun taking only to help him sleep.
    “I am truly heartbroken today as I have to break up with the great love of my life,” he wrote. “I love Xanax. Of course my doctor never told me that Xanax is highly addictive.”
    He wrote that, as with heroin, a Xanax addict cannot simply go “cold turkey”: suddenly and completely ceasing the use of a drug. Such a shock, he went on, would result in full “meltdown” and leave him “blubbering and incoherent.”
    Abrams, who had held executive positions at New Line Cinema and Fine Line Features, founded Alternative Marketing Solutions, produced several independent films and accumulated considerable wealth, asked his blog readers to pray for him, “for I have lost the greatest love I have ever known and his name is Xanax, Xanax, Xanax.”
    Before traveling last summer from his home in Los Angeles to Delray Beach, Abrams had tried to detoxify for eight days in Long Beach, Calif., but his effort foundered and he went back to taking the drug, according to a family member. After he had arrived at Caron’s residence at 1232 Seaspray Ave., the task was to wean him off his dependence on Xanax and transition him to lesser narcotics.
    But things apparently began to go wrong very quickly. On Aug. 16, after having been there only two weeks, Abrams wrote in his journal that he had already attempted suicide and “was quite serious about killing myself.” He went on: “I planned to hang myself and nearly completed the task.”
    The following day, his caretakers diagnosed him with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia and put him on Zyprexa, an antipsychotic medication. According to his medical records, Abrams also had been prescribed Zofran, to combat toxic side effects that were making him vomit; Inderal, which is used to treat tremors, chest pain and high blood pressure; and Xopenex, which addresses lung problems such as asthma and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.
    Paradoxically, his sister said, Abrams appears to have been on more medications at the end of his month at Caron than when he arrived.
    Abrams’ relatives and friends remain perplexed as to whether his caretakers were fully aware of the depth of his despair.
    Did no one at Caron — which claims on its website to have attendants on duty around the clock — learn that Abrams continued to have severe anxiety and insomnia, and that when he did manage to sleep he had raging nightmares?
    Two days before he died, Abrams was reported to have been vomiting profusely. Why was he not taken to an emergency room, especially since he was so ill that someone at Caron canceled a visit by Abrams’ father?
    Why was he allowed to have belts, the kind of item often used in suicides?
    Why would a rehab facility take Abrams and a few other patients out to see a violent film like Straight Outta Compton on what turned out to be Abrams’ penultimate night alive?
    After Abrams’ death, his toxicology report showed a significant amount of caffeine in his system. Why was he allowed to consume coffee or caffeinated drinks, especially since the mix of caffeine and powerful drugs might have been contributing to his chronic sleeplessness?
    Those questions and others were posed to Karen Pasternack, a spokeswoman for Caron, which sent two grief counselors to the home of Abrams’ mother after his death.
    In an email message to The Coastal Star, Pasternack declined to address any issues related to Abrams or his care.
“The law and Caron’s own high ethical standards forbid our employees from discussing even the smallest of details about any patient, including confirming the identity of current or former patients,” wrote Pasternack, who said she represented the views of Bradley F. Sorte, the executive director of Caron’s facilities in Delray and Boca Raton, which are licensed by Florida’s Department of Children and Families to provide rehabilitation services.
    “We will never violate federal or state laws or breach our patients’ sacred trust,” she went on. “We can proudly state that many Caron alumni, who have returned to their communities in Florida, Pennsylvania and elsewhere, know firsthand the strength of our programs. Caron fully complies with the law and adheres to the highest medical and psychological best practices with a focused commitment to transforming the lives of individuals and families impacted by addiction.”
    Some years before Abrams’ death, a doctor in Beverly Hills, Calif., began prescribing a daily dose of Xanax to help fight his insomnia, according to Jill Abrams, who spoke from her home in Los Angeles. She said her brother was not told that the drug could have a permanent and negative effect on the chemistry of his brain.
    When she spoke with her brother by phone about halfway through his stay in Delray Beach, he told her he “wanted to run away” from the residence, and that he had been going for 10-mile walks on the beach almost every day.
    “That was not a good thing, because he was already so thin,” Jill Abrams said of her 5-foot, 8-inch-tall brother, who weighed 127 pounds when he died. “I can’t understand why he had such freedom. I thought it was a lock-down facility. In the rehab places in California, the patients don’t walk off on their own. They really watch them.”
    In any case, she said, the death of her brother has left her not only deeply saddened but remorseful. “I feel incredible guilt,” she said, “for not hospitalizing him here in Los Angeles when he told me he was suicidal.”
    In a blog, Jill Abrams wrote about the drug that bore perhaps more direct responsibility for her brother’s demise. “I am left feeling that we need to understand why this insidious drug is as prevalently over-prescribed as it is,” she wrote. “In rehab, Tod began working on his ideas for a foundation to educate and lobby for more transparency with prescription drugs like Xanax. Let my brother’s unexpected death put a spotlight on this dire epidemic in America.”
    After Tod Abrams’ suicide, criticism of his treatment at Caron prompted a defense of the company by John Lehman, president of the Florida Association of Recovery Residences, which seeks to improve industry standards.
    “I remain confident that this particular organization strives to serve their clients with the highest level of professionalism,” he wrote in an email, referring to Caron. “In point of fact, were the remainder of the Florida provider group as committed to delivery of quality services, there would be significantly less demand for oversight.”
    Lehman — who dismissed as “absurd” the persistent allegations from Delray Beach residents that recovering and relapsed addicts had committed crimes and caused other problems in their neighborhoods — extended his condolences to the Abrams family.
    “As is evidenced by this tragic story, a highly accomplished, creative and well-respected artist lost his battle to an insidious brain disease that robbed him of hope,” Lehman said. “May he rest in peace.”
FINDING THIS MADE ME SAD:
A piece of Tod's suicide letter to our immediate family. Forever grateful to the incredibly kind, compassionate PB Medical Examiner and Delray Beach detectives for providing me with all the notes and letters by Tod, especially those meant for me.
*CLICK HERE: FOR TOD ABRAMS 2020 TRIBUTE PAGE

Psalm 34:21 Affliction will slay the wicked, and those who hate the righteous will be condemned.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY TO YOUTUBE STAR MISS LOLA ROSE 
From 1 - 80 years old, I edited the best of Mom's vintage films and videos for all to see her colorful journey with glamour and style. I love you Mom! 


VH1 BLOG 2010 - FEATURES MOM "Kardashians Stink!"


In celebration of my 50th birthday, I cut the best of never before seen (for good reason) 8mm film and video footage from birth till AARP.  Music cuts out only at the beginning with the montage due to copyright.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

MOM LOVES NEW YORK!

Miss Lola Rose takes us on a very colorful walking tour of NYC by Jill Abrams. No babies or joggers were hurt during the filming of this webisode. Music by http://www.mranonymous.net/musicblog/

Filmed and edited by Jill Abrams and starring my fabulous Mom.

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

CAMILLE GRAMMER BEFORE KELSEY


Camille Grammer and fellow club kids go wild in NYC by Jill Abrams. Music by Mr. Anonymous "Superman" www.mranonymous.net. In the early 90s I filmed a wild night out with Kelsey Grammer's ex-"Beverly Hills Housewife" Camille and other club goers including the gorgeous Lisa Lisa (Cult Jam) Downtown Julie Brown, Gene Anthony Ray (Leroy "Fame") Montgomery Frazier, Julie Brown's brother (blue outfit), Sinoa Loren (hot girl from the group Seduction), Edward Morgan from the Joffrey Ballet, Natalie something (braids from MTV), and many others - feel free to send me the names to post. No place more fun than NYC!

Friday, February 5, 2010

NEARLY MURDERED - CAUGHT ON MY VIDEO!

Los Angeles, the homeless capital of the United States. Welcome to their hell. Photos and film by: Jill Abrams



It started out innocently and quickly turned into an obsession. Me and my tiny inconspicuous Canon Powershot, every day venturing out on long walks in questionable neighborhoods seeking stories. This was the first time I used the camera's video feature and was quite pleased as you will see. I became so mesmerized by this knife wielding homeless scene that I didn't take into consideration my safety. I videotape her confronting me and then run for my life! I was sincerely hoping to tell their story as a public service announcement.

Blessed to have music by Mr. Anonymous "Bring The Youth" http://www.mranonymous.net
Complimentary MP3 downloads on the Mr. Anonymous website

Mr Anonymous - Vibewise.

Starring Jeep MacNichol - former drummer for the Samples now masterfully creating and featuring iconic vocalists like Dave Wakeling and Ranking Roger of English Beat/General Public.

Friday, November 13, 2009

I KISSED A GIRL AND I LOVED IT - A Lesbian "Coming Out" Story By: Jill Abrams


Throughout the whole coming of age process, these zany Sapphic feelings arose most unexpectedly while watching movie starlets on TV. Making an inconvenient debut, like an uninvited menstrual cycle, this nonnegotiable awakening rattled my already shaky adolescent foundation and penetrated my spirit deeper than death.
 

I soon learned that transcending all cultures, this God given attribute I possessed was universally despised. And this religious “abomination” was to become my destined path? I assure you had there been a prescription to reverse it, my mother would have seasoned our food with it, but I had no choice, nor did my effeminate brother for that matter.


Contrary to my parents’ hurtful accusations at the time, this was hardly an act of rebellion. I possessed a heated desire for women only, and wanted nothing more than to spend my romantic life in the soft hairless arms of one. In letting my heart navigate the journey, the incompatible fusion of same sex love with society’s standards of normalcy churned and flipped my stomach for years.
 
 
When my girl crush left the tube and presented itself real world, I was horrified. It happened in an instant, and I knew, boy I knew. There was no escape, no power button to press off, no dream to awaken from, no med to pop, no religious testament that could point me in the “right” direction. This wasn’t like slapping aqua blue contacts on Paris Hilton’s mud brown eyes. I couldn’t change my trait for the sake of a better appearance. This is an attribute that cannot be evaluated and healed through intervention and rehab, because this isn’t a behavior that needs modifying. Being gay is a characteristic that is either inherent or acquired after years of boredom. For whatever genetic or environmental factor that brings a person to such a place on the continuum of sexuality, it just is. Love is love.


The Death Valley body slam that pummeled my sexual orientation against the ropes ensued in the 4th grade. I was passing the time on the blacktop for lunchtime recreation; in various ways defying gravity and causing a sour armpit odor I rushed to wash clean with pink liquid before class. Into this mundane routine walked a family friend from the 6th grade. She tracked me down to say hello and to introduce me to her much talked about “amazing and cool” inseparable friend Linda Panicola.

                                                                          Me and my sweet wife 4ever.
In the split second Linda turned to greet me, I was involuntarily swept into a time freeze – the consequence of either devastating horror or divine elation. One harmless glance and my delicate heart freefell like a cinderblock. Without any forewarning, palpitations raced into a gallop devoid of the reigns to guide it. A lump formed in my throat so large I fought to breathe. My being was snatched by this outrageous visceral moment that agitated my brain as fatally as the celebrated British au pair who shook that defenseless baby silent. As hard as I tried, I could not control my escalating feelings. It consumed my heart and overpowered my brain, leaving no time to analyze or in this case rationalize a sensation that I knew was considered by society as fucked.

                                                                                                                   Ms. Magazine - 1998
Once granted the privilege of their senior company, I became insanely enamored, bringing her home in my head till sleep. Oh how exquisitely beautiful she was with her hypnotic cat shaped eyes and broad smile custom-made for laughter. Her quick-witted repartee was a welcomed reprieve from the unworldly adolescent banter I’d grown accustomed to on the blacktop. With the help of my older sister, I was already privy to everything from the cheese like substance that collects under the foreskin of an uncircumcised penis to period clots the size of Jell-O squares accidentally flung to the floor, wall, or in a rare disturbing case onto her friend’s bare foot.
 
 
                                                                                     My beloved savior Victoria 

When Linda graduated on to 7th grade and out of elementary school, the only opportunity to see her was voyeuristically, from across the street at my good friend’s house. One particular day we were playing out front. Yes, out front. It was a common occurrence back in the seventies to utilize your front lawn unsupervised without getting abducted, chained up and forever imprisoned in some pedophile’s diabolical basement.


Up the driveway her mother drove the station wagon to the garage and honked for her magnificent princess Linda, who gracefully descended the stairs from the porch in a ballet costume, tutu and all. While I was shamelessly gawking, feeble knees giving way, we weren’t even in her periphery. We were invisible to her. I had no sexual understanding in my head at the time. I hadn’t felt that yet for boys or girls. I only knew that I was in awe of everything about her and I would writhe in unrequited emotional suffering until the day I was appointed her best friend, handmaid, something, anything...

                                                                                                      GO Magazine - 2011
I turned to my pal and suggested we hang out with Linda more often. To that she replied angrily, "What is with you? You've said that before. What, are you in love with her? What are you a LESBIAN?" Impaled by the pejorative she twisted mercilessly into my heart, I couldn't believe my perforated eardrums. A lesbian? Me? What? Are you mad? How dare she nail my innocent adolescent yearnings ten years before I kissed a girl and I loved it. 
 
 

I adamantly refuted the insightful accusation and exorcized Linda out of my skull immediately. From that day on, I could be counted on for every coed spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven game going. I was straight Goddamn it. STRAIGHT to bed, I was fricken exhausted from the inner turmoil.
                                                                  JILL ABRAMS GIF
 
 
For the remaining years of school, I had several lovely boyfriends, but after girl gone wild with other girls up in college, my sexuality morphed from monochromatic to Technicolor. Such overwhelmingly desirous feelings for girls blew away any attraction I’d previously felt for schoolboys. Physically, emotionally, in every way women were unmistakably a luscious hot fudge sundae after years of vanilla scoop. It was when I consciously acknowledged my gayness emerging that I had my Annie Sullivan Helen Keller “water pump” moment and the electrifying revelation depressed the shit out of me. 
 

Wow, what a surprise to discover Linda as well as everyone I’ve ever drifted from in the last thirty years accessible on Facebook. As always, I was compelled to finally divest my mind of this memory, hand it over to her, like returning sentimental jewelry left at my home decades unclaimed. Wiping my hands clean of it, I mustered the courage and professed to her my long coveted secret. I wish I were there to see her expression, however thrilled or revolted. Her words in response were graciously receptive. Thank God, colon hyphen end parenthesis :-). I discovered she had an older brother who was also gay, so she wasn’t the slightest bit freaked by my story. She thought it was sweet and even still novel considering I was the 6th of my childhood Facebook bro-mies to profess their identical story of unrequited love with her.
17 years with my love as of 2023. 
                                                        Library book feature.
 

 
Painter Raphael Valencia

Meaning of my life. My brilliant girl.

Victoria wooing politicians as a former brunette.


  
The making of the billboard, filmed on 16mm film by the amazing cinematographer MATT SOHN - IMDB.
 

Jill, Matt and Ken.

Meeting this kid turned out to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.


LOVE OUR LIFE! 

LOVE OUR RESCUE BABIES.









Riding in Griffith Park was too much fun - Sunset Ranch Hollywood.

I love my ageless wife, always up for adventure. 

Victoria and her beautiful mom.


Kindest, smartest, funniest, most generous and loving woman I will ever know. Thank you god.





I love this woman more than this life.

 

Watch as I transform in five minutes from 1 to 50 years old, through never before seen (for good reason) films and videos. *First song removed due to copyright.





My best pal Tama Janowitz, V and me celebrating my big scary bday.