Breaking Bonaduce

I don't know why I watch this. It makes me sad. Isn't TV, at the least the non-uplifting, non-informative kind, supposed to give you pleasure? I just remember the smart-ass kid I had my first age appropriate crush on and look at what he's done to his life. And what's scary is that I can see how easily my own life could have gotten that out-of-control.

But Dude, you look like a total ass when you're getting a handjob in a bar and having a meltdown cause your wife sees a stripper in his underwear. Pick one or the other. Double standards are crazymaking behavior. And tacky.