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Gerard Depardieu: Child prostitute, thug, unloved son

Arienne Thompson
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Russian citizen and  actor Gerard Depardieu reacts during a press conference after talks with Serbian Prime Minister Aleksandar Vucic in Belgrade on September 4, 2014. Depardieu said he was 'proud' that Serbia had not introduced sanctions against Russia due to the conflict in Ukraine. AFP PHOTO / ALEXA STANKOVICALEXA STANKOVIC/AFP/Getty Images ORIG FILE ID: 532992170



We've learned a lot about French actor Gerard Depardieu in these past few months. More than we ever needed or wanted to know, in fact.

And, he's back at it with some new TMI tidbits about his life that make the whole 14-bottles-of-wine-a-day habit seem kinda pedestrian.

Here are the latest excerpts from his autobiography, It Happened Like That (via The Daily Mail):

He was a child prostitute


Depardieu says that at age 10 he looked older, like a teen, which attracted men. "I've known since I was very young that I please homosexuals," he writes. And when they asked him for sex, "I would ask them for money." As he got older, he also got violent. "At 20, the thug in me was alive and kicking. I would rip some of them off. I would beat up some bloke and leave with all his money."

His parents weren't the most loving


The actor says his mother often told him that she'd tried to abort him with knitting needles and would remark, "And to think I almost killed you." Depardieu blames his shortcomings as a dad on his own father, Dédé, and says that his children have told them they don't want to be associated with him. "What do you want? Change your name, for heaven's sake, if it bothers you. ...  I could never find the words (to convey emotion). I know how to speak the words of others, but when it comes to my own, I am the son of Dédé."

So, why does he drink so much?


"I'm obsessed with the racket in my body, the beating of my heart, the gurgling of my intestines, my joints cracking," he writes. "It's become a phobia to the point that if I'm alone in a hotel I must drink so as not to hear it, so as not to go mad from it. I can't get to sleep unless I am dead drunk."

Sad stuff.

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