About Agassi 1-time-Crystal Meth abuse

The story from his book:


" Agassi, now 39, relates how he took crystal meth — possession of which carries a maximum five-year jail sentence in the US — in 1997, when his form was falling and he was having doubts about his impending marriage to the actress, Brooke Shields. . .

. . .In his book, Agassi recounts sitting at home with his assistant, referred to only as Slim, and being introduced to the drug. “Slim is stressed too … He says, You want to get high with me? On what? Gack. What the hell’s gack? Crystal meth. Why do they call it gack? Because that’s the sound you make when you’re high … Make you feel like Superman, dude.

“As if they’re coming out of someone else’s mouth, I hear these words: You know what? F*** it. Yeah. Let’s get high.

“Slim dumps a small pile of powder on the coffee table. He cuts it, snorts it. He cuts it again. I snort some. I ease back on the couch and consider the Rubicon I’ve just crossed.

“There is a moment of regret, followed by vast sadness. Then comes a tidal wave of euphoria that sweeps away every negative thought in my head. I’ve never felt so alive, so hopeful — and I’ve never felt such energy." “My name, my career, everything is now on the line. Whatever I’ve achieved, whatever I’ve worked for, might soon mean nothing. Days later I sit in a hard-backed chair, a legal pad in my lap, and write a letter to the ATP. It’s filled with lies interwoven with bits of truth.

“I say Slim, whom I’ve since fired, is a known drug user, and that he often spikes his sodas with meth — which is true. Then I come to the central lie of the letter. I say that recently I drank accidentally from one of Slim’s spiked sodas, unwittingly ingesting his drugs. I ask for understanding and leniency and hastily sign it: Sincerely.

“I feel ashamed, of course. I promise myself that this lie is the end of it.” The ATP reviewed the case — and threw it out.

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A few words from a tennis fan (a.k.a ME!:)

Ok. I read the article, that currently floods the web and I was thinking: "What is wrong with him? What's the deal with that "bad boy" story told by an excellent man with such a respectful status all over the world?" I couldn't resist and I post the following comment here:

Anna: In my opinion, it's not quite of a story to tell. "Outrageous and disappointing" is a bit too much for a name like Agassi, but it makes no honer sharing such stories in your book.
Up to me, this is a bad marketing choice to sale your truth. He is responsible for his foundation and work with kids and such stories are not the best educational model to follow. No matter how sincere a person wants to be with the reader, there are some private things that should not be revealed even when you are no longer at the spotlight of public attention. It also compromise the work of ATP - too bold.

Am I wrong?

Let's be honest - who believes in the unbreakable physical and mental strength, especially when it comes to sports and mostly to sport idols that "run the show" for years? I don't. But let me say it right - it's totally acceptable to support your body and spirit when you are under such a great pressure ... as long as nobody knows about it! In the back of our minds, we do realize that a whole medical industry "got their backs" and we all silently approve it as long as we pretend we don't know about "THAT".
And what's the point of telling a "drug abuse" story, when nobody really wants to know about it?! Why would you diminish your auric reputation with a "NOBODY-WANTS-TO-READ-IT" message? Is there some kind of a lesson for all the kids that Agassi's foundation is "educating"? Or may be the expected reaction was "Oh, see, he's a human making mistakes too!"? Although, there's some irony in these question, the last one brings some serious doubts about the gimmicks for the book...

And here I am - at the point of disappointment from my tennis idol - IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY!!!!!! ........ MAKE A SCANDAL - SALE MORE - EARN MORE! You know what this is? S.A.D. - VERY SAD!!! A FUCKING " PARIS HILTON E! STORY" INGRAINED WITH A BANAL EXCUSE AND BOLD DERISION IN THE FACE OF THE ASSOCIATION OF TENNIS PROFESSIONALS! ----> S.A.D. !!!!

As for the ATP - I'm not a big fan of rules and order, but when those who punish your wrongs, are the same who stand up for your rights, at least be respectful enough to keep their prestige in public.


And that's a good marketing for a "come back":

2 d CARIBBEAN ... BEATz!

SOME OF MI FAVORITE JAMAICA DANCEHALL SOUNDZ:





ONE CUBAN ENTRY ( Prayers go to still missing Elvis Manuel)



AND THE PUERTORICCAN CAVALLOTA (OLD, BUT GREAT SONG)

BULGARIA

In case you've missed my tweets on Twitter about my beautiful country and it's folklore, here's a gorgeous video from my geographically-unknown home. You all know - THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!

Learn more about Bulgaria. Learn more about the world around you.

Track the rose oil journey from its homeland to your very own bottle of fragrance!

Hear about the spirit of a 1965 communist country, that back than hadn't been yet recovered from 500 years of Turkish slavery. ......

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BULGARIA - THE VALLEY OF ROSES!

Extended version of my DITA-Paris-Show-Time

Be COINTREAUVERSIAL with Dita
Create An Animated Image"

And the "Opium Den Show" part, where The Femme Dragoon Dita spreads glamor all over the senses
Create An Animated Image"


P.S.

Here's the moment for my special admiration to: The fabulous Gentry de Paris, that completely fulfill the stage with the act of starry slice of heaven.
Also deep appreciation to the gorgeous banana boy - Brian Scott Bagley and his magical banana dance that definitely exceeded the Josephine Baker's original.

THANK YOU FOR THE SHOW!

September in PARIS

PARIS - 10 days OF September

Day 1. Charles de Gaulle Arrivals -> Montmartre

Day 2. City tour by wheels - "must see" places. All cameras set.
First impressions - blurry, because of the efforts to capture it all in tons of burst shots.

Day 3. Walking through the Opera district. Shopping. Blow it all in Lafayette Galleries & The Printemps ... the few dimes left should be spent for a rapid "grab some" at The Hard Rock cafe. Salad & a glass of wine.


Day 4. Target: Napoleon's tomb. Reached. The cradle of history spoke. Speechless. If you missed to be in Paris in 1805, than make it today to the Les Invalides.

Day 5. Champs Elysee. Champs Elysee. Champs Elyseeeee....Luis Viutton. Cartier. ....
Broken pockets! Note: Fever & Dizziness.

Day 6. Morning with Cognac, or two. Pour some tea aside.
Chateau de Versailles. IMPORTANT: Put ur finest royal lace work wear and douse in the absolute monarchy. Note: Fever's rising. Weird dinner choice - greek restaurant at the Latin quarter near Seine.

Day 7. Sleeping in the hotel room - dizzy n weak from the fever. Schweine flu??? Hope not. To do: ignore the body and go out to feed your hungry soul. Explore more. The Eiffel tower.

Day 8. Run for more. Notre Dame - so much bloody history in there. Center Pompidou - a true up-to-date universe of art that can re-inspire your sleeping inner creativity. The Bastille. Note: Tired as hell.

Day 9. Morning at the Louvre. Mona Lisa - kept too far away to see the smile; Nike - amazing, just as beautiful as the pictures and reproductions you have seen. Giuseppe Arcimboldo - I love the fruit faces.
Afternoon at Sacre Ceour (The Heart of God) on the top of Montmartre. One of a kind view over Paris. Buy a hand made jewelry at the front steps on the highest terrace. Take the small train back home. Enjoy.
Evening at Casino de Paris with the stunning show of Miss Dita Von Teese & the Gentry de Paris Revue. True burlesque fever. Note: the flu fever still bothered me.

Day 10. Grab a Starbucks brew like a real tourist & make a last minute run to the Museum of Erotic right next to Pigalle. If you have 30 000Euro, buy me the "Madame est Servie". Back to the airport, this time Departures. -> Sofia.