Jeannie J. is a 45-year-olddivorced heiress who had headaches. Really bad headaches, it seems. Her befuddled doctors back in Wichita prescribed her higher and higher doses of painkillers until she was finally hooked on OxyContin. In a madcap medical merry-go-round, her addiction led the doctors to prescribe her methadone to get her off the original drug. After she attempted suicide, her concerned family sent her toPassages.
“I was on methadone for four and a half months,” Jeannie whispers into the phone from her four-star hotel residence in Beverly Hills. “And when I got there, they said, you know, we don’t get people off of methadone. They did it [to me] cold-turkey and that was extremely hard. I had to go to the hospital two weeks into it.”
Kevin Scanlon
Kevin Scanlon
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The hospital administered shots of buprenorphine. Employees from Passages arrived later and took her back to the rehab, where she remained for three months.
“My back nerve endings are dead from it. I’ve had back pain ever since,” she tells me.
Jeannie is no simple country gal. The petite bleached blonde has a B.A. in fine arts from the University of Kansas. A mother of two girls, Jeannie comes from family money and married a wealthy man in the import/export business. When their marriage splintered, so did her stability. She spiraled deeper and deeper into a suicidal abyss.
“I was [at Passages] for three months in 2003, then I went home and came back for a month and a half. I spent over a quarter of a million,” she declares matter-of-factly.
Jeannie did return to Wichita, but she was not alone. A Passages-assigned companion, at a rate of $60 an hour for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, stayed with her for two months. When she mentioned in passing that she missed drinking wine, she was hustled back to Passages for an additional month and a half.
“The doctor there, Dr. Emory, he did help people with headaches though. He gave me Adderall. He still gives me that. He also gives me Suboxone and Neurontin.”
Jeannie now lives alone in a swanky but lonely hotel on Doheny Drive. On some nights, she actually gets dressed to go out but then realizes she doesn’t have the nerve and retreats.
“At night, I drink champagne because of the pain, but I want to try and quit doing that,” she tells me with some hope in her voice.
After spending a quarter of a million dollars at Passages, Jeannie now realizes, “There is no cure, I know that now. So I don’t get what they’re saying.”
And she’s not alone. Billy N. is a blond 28-year-old who resembles the late Heath Ledger. He’s the cool kid from the sticks outside Kansas City, the one who read Burroughs, Nietzsche and Kerouac in the seventh grade. The one who can’t wait to leave home, who starts taking drugs at an early age to help expedite matters.
Tucked into a booth at the House of Pies in Los Feliz, Billy rarely looks up while he picks at his remaining, limp fries. His skin is so colorless he could pass for a corpse. As he explains his drug expedition to me, his voice, barely audible, forces me to lean over a table of scattered chicken-quesadilla remains just to hear him.
Four years ago, Billy entered Passages with a needle-heroin habit. Months before, when the senior Prentiss called Billy and his father in Missouri, he made Billy a promise he said he could take to the bank.
“He just kept saying, ‘You will get a tan. You will leave here with a tan,’” whispers Billy.
I laugh as this paleface just smirks at me.
“Chris told me he had a 90 percent success rate or higher,” Billy recalls. “After two months, the entire medical staff recommended I could leave. When Chris found out, he freaked and said to them, ‘He’s not going anywhere.’ He spoke to my dad and said, ‘If you let him leave, you’ll be sentencing him to a relapse. The only way to prevent your son from relapsing is to keep him in here for at least one more month.’ ”
Dipping his final fry in a puddle of mayo, Billy continues, “I explained to my dad that everyone in the entire place says I’m ready to go, and it was only the guy who owned the place and making the profit who has an issue with me leaving.
“Chris hadn’t even had a conversation with me in over a month because I had gotten to know him and written him off as a lunatic,” Billy laughs. “I decided I was going to enjoy my time there and get the best recovery out of being there, and part of that was not having anything to do with Chris Prentiss while I was there.”