High On Arrival: A Memoir

By Mackenzie Phillips

Mackenzie Phillips stocks “a uncooked glimpse” (Entertainment Weekly) into her lifelong conflict with own demons and near-fatal addictions—and unearths the shattering fact at the back of her advanced, secretive, and harmful heritage together with her father, the mythical John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas.

Not lengthy earlier than her 50th birthday, Mackenzie Phillips made headlines together with her arrest for drug ownership at la overseas Airport; the actor-musician-mother were on her option to a reunion of One Day at a Time, the highly renowned ’70s sitcom on which she as soon as starred because the cute insurgent Julie Cooper.

Born into rock-and-roll royalty, flying in Learjets to the Virgin Islands at 5, making pot tarts with Donovan at 11, Mackenzie grew up in an all-access country of hippie freedom and heroin cool. As a emerging Hollywood superstar herself, she joined the nonstop get together within the hedonistic excitement dome of her father’s making, and a rapt television viewers watched as Julie Cooper wasted away ahead of their eyes. by the point Mackenzie found how deep and darkish her father’s journey used to be going, it used to be too late.

As an grownup, she has paid dearly for a life of extra, operating tirelessly to reconcile her marvelous, poor prior and the pull of her magnetic father. via sharing her trip towards redemption and peace, the celebrity who grew to become up High on Arrival has ultimately come again right down to earth—to remain.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt someone. yet this used to be it. This was once going to be my downfall. This small bag that i wanted to reside. Glancing round nervously, I slipped the money and the medication out of the pocket. I placed the money again in and positioned the medicine in my waistband, senselessly, hopelessly. a feminine defense defend gestured me ahead. I stood inflexible and silent at the footprint marks at the ground. For all of the horror I had created in my existence, this was once the nightmare that I feared greater than something. I knew what getting stuck intended.

Or even that’s the merciful lobotomy of years of drug use. both means, purely now do i believe like I’m a true individual. There are mental clichés that I’ve accumulated through the years: We’re the made from our surroundings. We’re the sum of our stories. we have to stay within the current. these suggestions amassed in my head, yet asserting them and believing they need to be real for me didn’t cause them to a fact in my existence. My description of my very own fit psyche has been round for years. finally I’m residing the overall healthiness and happiness that I regularly defined yet by no means skilled.

We’d spill out of the truck on sundown street on the Roxy or the Rainbow. occasionally by the point we arrived we have been already fucked up and falling over and so they wouldn’t allow us to in, so we’d cheerfully pile again into the truck and head to a different membership. Nancy, Patty, and that i attracted loads of awareness. If we have been sober adequate, the golf equipment regularly chanced on a desk for the 3 people (though the VIP sections weren’t the velvet-rope enclaves they're today). i used to be nonetheless the Kid—men knew i used to be too younger to hit on.

To sing a four-part concord used to be such an actual technology. If one individual used to be off, we have been fucked. a few nights the concord will be pristine, and a few nights it used to be, Oh my God, I needed to pass though that? stable or undesirable, not anything stopped us. there have been numerous lovers demise to listen to the Mamas & the Papas, no matter if in reconstituted shape, and we have been decided to satisfy that call for. We have been warriors. Tam and Bijou, Denny’s childrens, Spanky’s teenagers, all of them stayed again in New Jersey like military brats whereas we toured around the globe for the following decade.

I. P. Max January 15, 2001—June three, 2009 She’s simply fourteen Little superstar queen There isn’t a lot She hasn’t obvious She’s ridden in limousine automobiles Dated pop stars with rainbow hair She says that’s nowhere She continually says I’m only a attractive garbage can yet she’s slightly woman Who thinks like a guy occasionally her daddy spoiled her occasionally he taken care of her tough occasionally she’s light occasionally that chick she’s tricky yet she’s continuously too great to the motive force She says, James have you ever had your supper?

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