Heartbeat of America

I don't know why I chose to watch Whitney - a 2018 documentary of Whitney Houston, pop singer. Never followed her life or career in any way. Sure, I was aware of her untimely demise and her time on the headlines like the next man, but that's about it. Ultimately you pick up documentaries because of raw brutal truth of things. You seek sensationalism. So, I guess I did just that. Whitney Houston loved God, her shithead husband Bobby Brown, greedy father and drugs. Not necessarily in that order. On a better note, she was loved by her family, millions of fans and she was a pretty good singer. Exceptional even. She was also a hopeless mother, a fucking devil incarnate. And that's fucking sad because she was such a sweet little talented girl in the beginning. Wrong fucking choices, wrong fucking people around her.