For decades, Corey Feldman has been a despicable attention seeker, desperate for media recognition and always jumping at the first opportunity to insert himself into tragedies or other people’s stories. In the end, he has no fame, talent, friends, or money left—only delusions of the past and whatever current events the remaining cells in his brain think are good for connecting himself to.
For the past few decades, he has tried to build himself a career and fund his lifestyle by peddling stories about Corey Haim, even tormenting the Haim family in the mere hours after Corey Haim’s death. He attempted to turn the media circus around himself, yet the reality was that he didn’t even attend the funeral of the person he alleged was his best friend. Corey Haim despised Feldman with a passion, and if Haim were alive today, he would likely be in prison after murdering Feldman for all the things he did to Haim’s mother, Judy.
Feldman has been running out of Funko figures and scratching noises in the form of albums to peddle, and now, without even a wife left by his side, he recently attempted to appropriate another tragedy. He immersed himself in the death of drummer Duke Gadd, falsely portraying himself as a close friend of the deceased when in reality, Gadd had only worked with Feldman’s band a handful of times after the original drummer bailed.
His insider stories are often lies, such as his claims about Corey Haim’s abuser—who in reality was Feldman’s best friend and roommate, low-level actor and pedophile Dominick Brascia. Additionally, Feldman has harbored a weird obsession with Michael Jackson since the early 90s, mimicking his dance moves, speech patterns, and even his clothing style. Yet even Michael Jackson eventually pushed Feldman away from his inner circle, seeing him as an opportunist.
Feldman’s latest desperate bid for relevance came when he falsely claimed that Duke Gadd had died of a fentanyl overdose. However, Gadd’s mother, Carol Gadd, swiftly called Feldman out, stating that no official coroner’s report had been released yet. She sarcastically referred to Feldman as “Dr. Corey,” emphasizing that he had no authority to declare the cause of her son’s death. According to her, Duke had only subbed in for a few gigs with Feldman’s band after the last drummer quit.
In the end, Corey Feldman remains the same—an insufferable, delusional, attention-starved has-been who tries to latch onto the pain and tragedy of others to keep himself relevant. His obsession with his past and his desperation to insert himself into current events only reinforce how truly irrelevant he has become.
