This is why I love a (former) crackhead

"I'm not here to promote fuckin' anything," Downey nods, speaking of miracles. "I don't really understand what happened, but I'm okay with it. I know things changed, but I don't fuckin'--I can't hit my ass with both hands tryin' to figure this mystery. I just know that it winds up comin' back to all that old-time religion stuff, except ya add science and physics and all of a sudden faith. Faith moves mountains, and I go, 'Fuck, yeah.'

"That's what I was talkin' about with Susan last night, and we just wound up having one of those talks where we talked about what we're scared of, about how we're really feeling, about every little fuckin' thing where we felt we weren't listening to each other--and we're just fuckin' weeping together outta left field because we hadn't had enough contact. Contact isn't 'I fuckin' see you in the morning and at night and we talk during the day.' That's just fucking proximity. What's the Cosa Nostra element? What do we share that you can't get from anyone else but me? And to be that vulnerable, for her to say, 'Nobody sees me like this,' and for me to admit, not 'I wouldn't be okay without you,' but 'I wouldn't be where I am if we hadn't met, and I'm okay now'--that's huge."

A great article in one of the best magazines around about one of my favorite actors. (Yes, I know it's a men's mag. Eat it.) I fucking love this guy. I don't care if he's got dependency issues. Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang rocked my face, and frankly, Bobby Downey had me at age 12 in Heart and Souls. That's right. The one with all the dead people that need to get sent back to heaven. Kiss my ass. It was awesome. I cried. And the Grizz never cries.