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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Saturday, Dec. 10, 2005 - 9:41 P.M. A Strong Light Burns Out He packed a wad of living into his 65 years on earth. Actually, he packed almost all of that living into all but his last years: He was performing at age 11, became a father at 17, out of the army and making his second child by age 20, toured the comedy circut around age 23, released his first comedy album by age 29, starred in movies and won an Oscar by 32, won literary awards (for Blszing Saddles) by 34, while at the same time won the Grammy for Best Live Comedy Album. He actually kind of peaked around 1976, his drug addiction and resulting behavior fairly hidden behind his image protectors. The rest of his obit is like a nightmare: Once his body chained him down, in a way that society's rules could not, he published his autobiography, won the Kennedy Center's Mark Twain Prize, and he remarried fourth wife Jennifer Lee in 2001. This man fought his way out of the ghetto, went up against the Feds, grappled with drug and booze addictions, battled brutally with most of the women in his life, wrote, acted, produced, married, and wrestled with his M.S. for 19 years before he met up with one of his old enemies: the heart attack. This one got him. The light shone bright, albeit short, for Mr. Pryor. Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 0 readers left their mark on this one!
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