Needless to say, I am not the most profound person. I don’t watch Oprah and live the light and sell positivity and keep my heart pure. I judge. I’m shallow. I’m superficial.

But even if I wasn’t all those things, even if I was a more evolved person, I still don’t think I could ever ever ever bring myself to make a sexy time with Pete Doherty. And this is a terrible thing to say. Because addiction is a terrible thing to live with. And addiction ravages the body. And clearly Pete’s body is being ravaged by addiction. And as I’ve learned from Covenant House Vancouver, from our kids who live on the streets entrenched in a life of drug abuse, battling addiction is a lifelong war.

But still I can’t help but think – how can she kiss him? How can she stomach all those open sores? How can she allow him to drag her into his junkie existence, and dangle out of a window wrapped up in his love, in her own obsession? How can she share his bed?

Maybe I’m just not deep enough? Maybe I’m not enlightened enough, capable enough, “artistic” enough to “Love” like they love?

But I couldn’t. With Pete Doherty…I could never.

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