King was an inveterate better on horses. The charges were eventually dropped, but he spent several years scraping a living as a freelance writer and doing public relations work for a race track. In 1972, nearly destitute, he put his last few dollars on a horse at 70-1 and won $11,000.
To make $11 k at 70 to 1 you’ve got to bet about $160. Which, back then, was a week’s wages or so. Inveterate is one way to describe that.
“He married seven women, one of them twice, and survived a remarkable string of afflictions — a heart attack, prostate cancer, lung cancer, type 2 diabetes, and a stroke. In love with life, he left instructions that his corpse be cryogenically frozen in case he could be resurrected at some point in the future.”
For some people, a stake through the heart is the only way.
Rest in peace, Larry. Can we have Piers Morgan buried alive with him?
When we had a cable package, back in the Middle Ages, I saw him a few times. Self-important twat, I’d say.
When he started with them in the 1980s CNN was almost a news network.