Louis de Pointe du Lac is like a friend I often worry about and beg to go to a psychiatrist and a therapist and get prescribed antidepressants and put a block on his bank account so he can’t pay a random waitress half a million dollars to pretend to be his dead daughter. Also I’ve helped him through two divorces just for him to get back together with his first ex-husband and own 45% of his concert merchandise















