What Ernie did not realize was that my Shirley Temples were spiked with whiskey and I was chasing that ice cream with barbiturates. And when he went home, I stayed out- sometimes all night."
Always rather skinny and weak, he didn't really have the constitution for nights of mixed drinks, fevered dancing at Studio 54 and the occasional snort of the choice drug of the seventies, cocaine (this is something that Grover has refused to confirm or deny).
"He'd come in looking like hell," said Ernie in a recent interview. "Sometimes with a drink still in hand or a hooker draped around his neck, ..............the hard-partying and late nights were starting to take its toll on poor Grover. Always rather skinny and weak, he didn't really have the constitution for nights of mixed drinks, fevered dancing at Studio 54 and the occasional snort of the choice drug of the seventies, cocaine (this is something that Grover has refused to confirm or deny). Grover felt like he wanted to get off the merry-go-round but couldn't. By now he had surrounded himself with a group of yes-men and hangers-on that relied on his generosity to keep the party going and weren't in any hurry to tell him that he might in fact be killing himself. It would be up to his surrogate family, the friends and loved ones.................
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