I'm not a drug expert. At all. But....
"Unnamed source" is usually interchangeable with "bullshit" in legit journalism.
Also -
The Scott I saw two weeks ago was slow. Hindered movements. Lagging. Slurry with his speech. Monotone. Completely dead behind the eyes in every definition of the phrase. Barely coherent and barely awake.
Doesn't crack cause the opposite effect?
I cannot state that I know Scott was on drugs. I CAN state that he was very, very, VERY drunk in Cleveland. He has also gone on the record repeatedly in regards to his bipolar disorder and medication for that. I'm not going to speculate. There isn't any need to. Accidental overdose. Unintentional suicide. I know what I saw and I know in my heart what happened.
I don't want to victim blame because that is wrong and ultimately no one is responsible for Scott Weiland except Scott Weiland himself. However, I am so, so frustrated and heartbroken that this beautiful man - this brilliant mind and insane hero to so many - drank himself into a stupor and went to sleep alone on a shitty tour bus in Nowhere, MI, while everyone around him simply smiled and nodded.
I wanted to take him home with me after the Cleveland show. Not to fulfill every female fantasy I've ever had in my life, but to give him a warm meal, a hot bath, and a clean bed. I wanted to mother him. He broke my heart and I went into mom mode. I wanted to fix him. This was a boo-boo that couldn't be kissed better, though. And I'm not his mama. I couldn't do anything but go home and cry.
Poor Scott. So misunderstood. So frustrating. So stubborn. So lonely.