I have never been a fan of Jackass or any of the dudes on it, but this letter from Steve-O on why he is now in rehab is absolutely heartbreaking (and surprisingly well-written). An excerpt:
All you fucking things [drugs] are good for is dying. I’m not
ready to die. I’m ready to live. I’m ready to breathe (properly, even). I’m ready to fall in love. I’m ready to become ready to start a family. I’m ready to be happy, fulfilled and meaningful.
Good luck, Steve-O.