Adrienne Shelly


I went to B.U. with this girl. I remember our freshman year, hanging out in her room one night before we went out to a party. Her name back then was Adrienne Levine. I lucked out and got to live in Myles Standish Hall, but poor Adrienne got stuck in the big, concrete, freshman housing monstrosity Warren Towers. So anyhow I hung out on her bed flipping through a magazine while Adrianne got ready. I was so envious of her, she was not only sweet, but incredibly gorgeous and maybe eighty five pounds soaking wet. She had this tiny little-girl voice that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. When we got to the party, the guys were all over her like white on rice. Sigh.

When she started appearing in indie films just one year after graduation, I was even more enviouos. Happy for her, but envious nonethelss. 

Then today I find out she committed suicide by hanging herself  [no she was murdered by some asshole who hung her] from her shower rod in her Village apartment. I'm shocked. Not that I knew her that well, but it's weird when someone you know kills herself. Especially somebody whose glamorous lifestyle you coveted. I think I learned something today. Forget about wanting what the other person has, maybe it's not that great after all.

She asked some workman in the building to tune it down a notch because they were making so much noise. So this 19 year old fucker punched her, knocked her out cold, thought he killed her, but just to make sure, he dragged her body upstairs and hung her. What. The. Fuck. And how ironic that the films she was in were called "Trust" and "The Unbelievable Truth."