To me, it feels like teenage heartthrob Leif Garrett does not get enough credit as an artist and performer. He deserved so much more!
Throughout his career, the former teen idol experienced extreme highs and lows, but the highs he sought through drug addiction, which he used as a crutch, resulted in him sinking his career…
Before you see him today, at 62, it might be good to hold your breath…
What a babe he was….. Leif Garrett started as a child actor, and in the 1970s, he set the hearts of young women to fluttering when he became a musician.
My mom told me that when she went to the grocery store with her parents, she could see Leif’s face on all of the teen magazine covers at the checkout lanes.
The American singer-actor, born in Hollywood, California, was 5 years old when he first appeared in the movie Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice in 1969, which became the sixth highest-grossing film of the year.
Following that role, the sleepy-eyed, flaxen-haired heartthrob featured in the film Walking Tall, along with its two sequels. In 1983 he joined a number of fellow teen heartthrobs, including Matt Dillon, C. Thomas Howell, Patrick Swayze and Tom Cruise, in Francis Ford Coppola’s The Outsiders.
Some might also recognize him from his performances in TV series, like Family, The Odd Couple (1974), Wonder Woman (1978) and CHiPs (1979).
In 1977, he released his first album Leif Garret, and fans went wild when he performed covers of popular songs like The Wanderer (Dion), Surfin’ USA (The Beach Boys) and Paul Anka’s Put Your Head on My Shoulder.
Garrett was on top of the world. The blond, shaggy-haired singer toured worldwide, and his fans (mostly young girls) went crazy as soon as they saw him.
”I was on a public appearance tour in Sydney, Australia, and they had to fly me in by helicopter and then I jumped into an armored car and drove into the theater by back door. I’ve tried using a lim there before, but the fans almost tipped it over. I guess it’s an adrenalin push for them. They just freak out. It’s very weird,” Garrett told New York Daily News in 1979.
But even though his music was close to topping the charts, he struggled with management that made him feel like a “fraud.” The crossover to adulthood was also a challenge for Garrett.
“I think I was a good performer from the get-go but I wish they had offered me singing lessons before ever making a record and doing the typical punching in a sentence here or there or words or whatever,” Garret said in an interview.
“There’s a particular track (I Was Looking for Someone to Love) that doesn’t even sound like me at all. I would even possibly say I wasn’t even on that track. And to me, that IS fraud. That’s like a Milli Vanilli situation, the difference being, of course, mine was blended many times with myself and somebody else.”
Garrett’s career started to go downhill in 1979 when, drunk and drugged, he crashed a car and sent it tumbling down a hillside in North Hollywood, leaving his then-close friend Ronald Winkler a paraplegic.
But that wasn’t enough for Garret, whose life continued its negative spiral.
In 1980, a time he describes in his book as “the apex of pinup fame,” Garret revelled in sex, drugs and rock and roll with the legendary frontman of Queen, Freddie Mercury, who was at the time recording the hugely successful album The Game, which featured the hits “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” and “Another One Bites the Dust.” Garrett said he became friends with the band, who showed him a real rock star life with girls and drugs.
In an interview with Fox for the release of his memoir, Idol Truth, Garrett said:“I don’t think I was a very mature 16-year-old. I became mature very quickly because I was always surrounded by adults who were drinking and doing coke. I was a child, but being treated as an adult… And all of this was coming out of my pocket.”
He continued: “You know, I probably have the greatest fan base that I could ever imagine for myself. They have stuck with me through thick and thin. And as you know, I’ve gotten myself in plenty of bad situations. There was a lot of bad decision-making. But at the same time, I didn’t have the parental guidance that I should have at that time.”
Garret’s tally of charges is extensive. He dropped out of rehab and had numerous run-ins with the police, including whilst trying to buy drugs from undercover cops and trying to hide heroin in his shoe.
Despite making very effort at clawing his way back to the top, Garrett ultimately returned to his old habits. Because of his laughable experiences with the law, Garrett was selected to provide commentary on the comedy show World’s Dumbest, which chronicles the “most amazingly stupid” criminals.
The show also used other celebrities known for personal misadventures, like Todd Bridges, Tonya Harding, Gary Busey and Danny Bonaduce.
Then Garrett landed a starring role on VH1’s Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew, a show he did not want to appear on. Garrett accused the show of having him relapse for drama, a claim emphatically denied by VH1.
In an interview the LA Times, Garrett said: “They asked to get some footage of me using, and I said, ‘I haven’t been using. They said, ‘We really have to get footage of you using.’ Anyway, I was easily talked into showing them.”
When a counselor with the production called him out, suggesting he was still using, Garrett walked off the show saying: “This is insanity and quite honestly I don’t appreciate it.”
Fortunately, Leif Garrett is sober today.
”I had a 90-day sentence in county jail. I was in court-ordered rehab before that, and then my mom visited and told me she had stage IV lung cancer. I said, ‘I’m leaving to take care of her—nobody lives with her.’ So dealing with that, I started using again. So it was like, ‘Cuff him, bring him in,’ and I did the 90 days, and that was it,” he says.
According to the former teen idol, he’s still very grateful for all his fans.
”I’ve kept every photo or letter that a young lady sent, telling me about being on their walls and kissing me good night before they went to bed,” Garrett told Closer. “It’s very surreal and a bit embarrassing, but how flattering! I can’t thank [my fans] enough, because I’m still able to do something I enjoy and get paid for it.”
We’re rallying behind Leif’s recovery and hope he can enjoy his life now!
We’d love you to share your thoughts on the former teen idol and his attempts at getting sober.
3 Amazing Inheritance Stories with Unexpected Twists
When loved ones pass on, they often leave behind more than possessions. In these three stories, unexpected inheritances uncovered surprising secrets, painful truths, and life-changing lessons, proving that true legacy isn’t always material.
These remarkable inheritance stories reveal twists that brought life’s greatest lessons. They proved that the most valuable gifts can’t be measured in money.
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1. I Inherited Grandma’s Old Clocks & My Greedy Brother Got the House
I adored my grandma, Marlene, more than anything. Until a year ago, I’d lived with her, sharing her cozy little house filled with her collection of old clocks and stories. She was my safe haven and my biggest fan.
But last year, I had to move away because of college.
One evening, I got a call from her. Her voice sounded soft and frail.
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“Linda, sweetheart, could you come over? I don’t think I have much time left,” she said, almost in a whisper.
My heart sank. “Oh, Granny, don’t talk like that! I’ll apply for leave right away and be there in a couple of days. Don’t you worry, okay?”
When I arrived at her house three days later, my brother Brian was already there. He was a few years older than me, with a sharp edge to his personality.
I immediately rushed to hug her upon entering the house.
“I’m here, Grandma,” I whispered, feeling an ache in my heart.
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“Oh, my sweet girl,” she smiled, looking so tired yet so happy.
Meanwhile, Brian glanced around with a frown.
“At least you could have kept the house clean, Grandma. It’s so… dusty,” he muttered, brushing an imaginary speck off his shoulder.
Oh please, Brian! I thought. Grandma needs care, not criticism.
I just rolled my eyes and ignored him because I didn’t want to create a scene in front of Grandma.
A few minutes later, she sat us down in her small living room and handed each of us an envelope.
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Inside was $5,000.
“Linda, Brian, I wanted to give you both something,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
I took her hand. “Granny, you didn’t have to do this. I’m here to spend time with you, not for money.”
Brian, on the other hand, scowled. “Is this all I get? Seriously?”
Before Grandma could respond, he stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.
He’s crazy, I thought.
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I stayed by her side over the next few days, cleaning the house, cooking fresh meals, and fixing things up. She had been living on stale food, and there were cracks and leaks that hadn’t been tended to in years.
“You don’t have to do so much, Linda. I don’t want to take up all your time and money,” she said, shaking her head as I patched a leak.
I grinned, holding her hand. “Grandma, I know how much you’ve always wanted Grandpa’s house to feel like home again. I had some savings, so I thought, why not? Are you happy now, Grandma? Is this how you remember it with Grandpa?”
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“Oh, Linda,” she smiled as tears trickled down her cheeks. “Yes. Yes, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Then, one quiet morning, I found her peacefully gone in her sleep. The house felt hollow without her laughter and warmth.
Meanwhile, Brian didn’t even come to the funeral. It hurt me deeply, but I tried to focus on honoring her memory.
Two weeks later, we were called to the lawyer’s office for the reading of her will. Brian and I sat in silence as the lawyer began.
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“Brian,” he announced, “you have been left the house.”
Brian smirked, clearly pleased. He always had his eyes on the house.
Then, the lawyer turned to me, smiling gently. “Linda, your grandmother left you her clocks.”
“The… clocks?” I asked, feeling a bit deflated.
He handed me five old, rusty clocks, each with a dull patina. My face flushed with embarrassment as Brian snickered.
But then the lawyer handed me an envelope.
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“Your grandmother loved you more than anyone, Linda,” he said softly.
Curious, I opened the envelope. The note inside was in Grandma’s handwriting:
Linda, never underestimate these rusty old clocks!
They are 100-year-old classic timepieces that belonged to your grandfather. Each piece is crafted from rare, exquisite metal and worth about $40,000!
Everyone gets what they truly deserve, my dear. I’m glad you got only the best.
With all my love, Granny Marlene.
My heart raced as I read her words.
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“She left nearly $200,000 hidden in these seemingly worn-out clocks,” the lawyer smiled.
I looked at the clocks as tears blurred my vision. Meanwhile, Brian rose from his seat.
“What? Those things are worth that much?” he asked, his face pale.
I smiled through my tears. “Yes, Brian. Grandma knew exactly what she was doing.”
I clutched one of the clocks close to my chest, and felt as its rhythm synced with my heartbeat. It felt almost as if Grandma was still with me.
Thank you, Grandma, I thought as I walked out of the office with her beloved clocks. Thank you for giving me a piece of your heart to carry forever.
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2. Grandma’s Will Left Me Nothing Until I Discovered Her Secret Plan
My grandma was everything to me. Growing up, I spent every free moment on her farm, learning the rhythm of the land and the needs of the animals. I enjoyed everything from feeding the chickens to watching the crops grow.
Meanwhile, my sister, Felicity, only visited the farm to click beautiful photos for her social media.
So, when Grandma passed, it felt like a piece of me went with her. Losing her so suddenly was a shock I wasn’t ready for.
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Shortly after her passing, I got a call from her lawyer. “Diana, we’re reading the will tomorrow at noon. You and Felicity need to be there.”
My heart pounded as I arrived at his office, Felicity already seated with her typical annoyed expression.
The lawyer cleared his throat, then handed me an envelope. It was a letter from Grandma.
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My dearest Diana,
If you’re reading this, the time has come for a choice. I know you love this farm, and it has been a part of you as much as it was of me. But I needed to be sure that its true caretaker would emerge. I have left the farm to Felicity, but I have also granted you the right to live here as long as you wish.
As long as you remain on the farm, it cannot be sold. Please be patient, my dear. The second part of my will shall be revealed in three months.
Love,
Grandma.
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I swallowed hard, confusion mixing with pain. Why didn’t she leave the farm to me outright? Didn’t she trust me?
Still, I respected her wishes and resolved to stay on the farm. Felicity, of course, had other plans.
“Diana,” she sneered the following week, waving a check in my face. “Why don’t you just take this and leave? You can’t live out here forever.”
I shook my head. “This is what Grandma wanted. I’m staying.”
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“Get over it, Diana!” she snapped. “Go home!”
Her frustration turned into an all-out war a few days later when the farmhouse caught fire. I stood there, helpless, as flames devoured my memories.
Jack, the farm’s caretaker, held my arm to steady me. “It’s okay, Diana. We can rebuild.”
“But the house… everything’s gone,” I cried.
A few hours later, Jack and I saw Felicity hovering near the wreckage. She seemed too pleased for someone who lost a major part of her property.
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“What are you doing here?” I asked. “When did you come?”
“I just… arrived,” she stammered. “But, uh, the house is gone. So what’s left here for you, Diana?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You should leave before you lose your job over this obsession!”
“I won’t leave,” I replied. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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Jack took me aside afterward, gently nudging me to consider leaving, but I couldn’t. Grandma’s memory was tied to every inch of that farm.
Understanding my stubbornness, Jack kindly offered me a room at his house, which was nearby.
I spent the next few months living there, visiting the farm every day. Even after I lost my job, all I cared about was keeping Grandma’s legacy alive.
When three months finally passed, the lawyer called us in again to read the second part of the will.
I took a deep breath as the lawyer opened a sealed envelope and began to read aloud.
“My dear Felicity and Diana,” he began.
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“If you’re hearing this, the time has come for the farm to find its true guardian. Felicity, I know this may come as a surprise, but I always intended for the farm to belong to the one who truly cares for it. As far as I know, Diana has taken responsibility for managing the farm, so if no one objects…”
Felicity’s face paled. She cut him off, shouting, “This is ridiculous! Diana burned down the house! She’s a failure!”
But Jack, who had accompanied me, stood up calmly.
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“I think it’s time we tell the truth,” he said, handing the lawyer a receipt. “I saw Felicity near the farm on the day of the fire. She was seen purchasing gasoline from the local store that afternoon.”
The lawyer looked over the receipt, then leveled a firm gaze at Felicity. “This evidence suggests otherwise, Ms. Felicity.”
“That’s not true,” she lied, but she couldn’t hide the truth for too long.
“Fine! Yes, it was me!” she snapped and then looked at me. “Somebody had to help her move on!”
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“You’ll have to face some legal consequences for your actions, Ms. Felicity,” the lawyer said.
Then, he turned to me and said, “Diana, the farm is now officially yours.”
I stood there with eyes wide open as I realized what Grandma had done. She had known all along.
By giving Felicity control with conditions, she had drawn out Felicity’s true nature, leaving the farm in the hands of the person who would care for it.
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3. I Was Upset That My Grandfather Only Left Me an Old Apiary until I Looked into the Beehives
When I was fifteen, my grandfather, David, passed away. I was devastated. I never thought my loving, wise Grandpa, who had raised me with Aunt Daphne, would leave me so soon.
He’d always been there, filling our home with stories, patience, and life lessons I’d only half-listened to. Losing him left a hole I couldn’t understand, and a part of me expected his will might hold some comfort.
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At the reading, my older brother, Richard, inherited nearly a million dollars.
I felt my heart sink when the lawyer only handed me an envelope. Inside was a letter from Grandpa.
My dearest Chloe,
I know you might feel let down, but please hear me out. I’m leaving you my apiary with al the beehives I’ve spent years tending to. It may not seem like much now, but trust me, you’ll see its true value in time. With patience and care, it will teach you things far more valuable than money.
With all my love,
Grandpa.
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“An apiary?” I muttered.
The impatient teenager that I was couldn’t understand why Grandpa wanted me to have that old collection of beehives.
Days passed, and I ignored the apiary. I shrugged it off whenever Aunt Daphne nudged me to check on it.
I couldn’t be bothered, especially with a dozen other things on my mind.
Finally, Aunt Daphne put her foot down.
“You’re grounded, young lady!” she declared one evening.
“Grounded?” I asked. “For what?”
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“For shirking responsibility,” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “Your grandpa wanted this for you, Chloe. It’s about responsibility, not bees.”
“But Aunt Daphne, I’m scared of getting stung!” I protested.
“You’ll have protective gear,” she replied. “A little fear is normal, but you can’t let it stop you.”
Reluctantly, I went to the apiary, wearing thick gloves and a bee suit, feeling ridiculous and slightly terrified. As I opened the first hive, I was hit with the sweet scent of honey.
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I hesitated, but Aunt Daphne’s words about responsibility echoed in my mind. Slowly, I started harvesting the honey, trying not to flinch when a bee buzzed too close.
Then, as I lifted a hive frame, I noticed a weather-beaten plastic bag tucked inside.
What’s this? I thought.
I quickly took it out and found a faded, hand-drawn map with strange markings. I immediately recognized Grandpa’s handwriting on it.
Curiosity trumped fear, and I followed the map, leading me through a small wooded area behind our house.
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I stumbled over roots, swatted at mosquitoes, and nearly tripped a few times. Each time, Grandpa’s voice floated through my thoughts.
“Stay calm, Chloe. Rushing never gets you where you need to go.”
Taking a deep breath, I pressed on, eventually finding an old shed nestled among the trees.
Inside, there was another note pinned to a rickety shelf. It read, Almost there, Chloe. This journey’s about patience. Go to the bridge.
I shook my head, smiling at Grandpa’s persistence.
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Crossing the fields toward the bridge, I found myself navigating muddy patches and thorns snagging at my clothes.
“Hard work’s nothing to fear,” Grandpa had always said. “The best things come to those who put in the effort.”
At last, I reached the bridge. There, I found a small box under a loose plank. My hands trembled as I opened it.
Inside the box was a photograph of Grandpa and me, beaming, holding a bottle of honey we’d harvested years ago.
Next to it was a small note.
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It read:
Dear Chloe,
The greatest gifts in life aren’t things. They’re the lessons we learn, the patience we build, and the love we share. I wanted you to understand that wealth isn’t just money. It’s in hard work, patience, and caring for something. Thank you for following through. Our house, and the bees, they’re a part of you.
With all my love,
Grandpa.
I clutched the note as I finally understood why Grandpa left the apiary for me.
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All this time, he had known exactly what I needed, far beyond any amount of money. Grandpa had set this up to show me a path that would stay with me forever.
When I returned to the house, Aunt Daphne was waiting. I told her everything, and she gave me a gentle smile.
“I knew he’d leave you a treasure hunt,” she said softly, pulling me into a hug. “He wanted you to see the true value of his gift.”
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I promised Aunt Daphne I’d look after the bees from then on.
And now, years later, I’m still here, tending Grandpa’s apiary. The lessons he left me are ingrained in every hive and honeycomb.
My little boy, Ben, often joins me and excitedly peeks into the hives. His favorite part is when we fill the honey jars together.
Grandpa taught me more than I ever imagined, and now I’m passing those lessons down.
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