Especially 'cause Jason Davis still refuses to admit that he might actually have a problem. It's gotta be a real bitch to deal with heroin junkies -- they’re the least compassionate people on the planet. You’re dealing with some motherfuckers that care so little about themselves that they routinely treat their bodies like pincushions. No surprise that they no regard for anyone else, either.

And between Davis and Garrett, I'm disgusted. They both constantly refuse the after care treatment, although Davis eventually -- thankfully -- relents. But not Leif. No, no. He’s gonna be just fiiiiiiiine. You wait and see, he says. But nobody needs to wait to see what’s gonna happen. Shit, STEVIE WONDER can see what’s gonna happen. That man is going to die face up in a jowly volcano of his own vomit.

It’s really sad that he’s the only one who can’t figure that out.

I decided to spare you the four-commercial-long so-called cliffhanger where Jason hems and haws over whether or not to continue treatment, because it’s such a non-issue. Please, of course he’s gonna go. He’s too big of a baby to die the junkie way. The Leif Garrett way, if you will.

Anyway, the group gathers for one last meeting before the ceremony. Jeremy tells us he’s going to the aftercare program, and Drew reveals that he signed up for it before entering the rehab facility. So props to him -- at least one person knew what the hell they had to do. Sure ain't Leif Garrett.

I found it laughable that anyone even asked Jason Whaler what he's doing next. Maybe he’ll actually develop a problem? Because I only tonight discovered his alcohol addiction -- perhaps because he speaks for just three minutes every other episode. What the fuck was he really doing here? Can someone explain it to me? Well, whatever he needed, he needs more of it, and he's planning to find himself some after care treatment too.

Frankie, Janice and Eric all choose to continue treatment, and I love all three for doing so. I feel like they really had some problems to address. Godspeed, you guys. And I mean this respectfully: I hope I never see any of you on another reality program again.

Of course, the rest of the episode focuses on Rachel. Granted, the gal's got problems, having lost her father to a drug overdose and her fiancé to the 9/11 attacks. BUT the solution is not more camera time. At least that would be my diagnosis. But hey, Drew's the guy with "doctor" in front of his name so I guess he knows best. Off the two go to NYC to try and get some closure for Rachel. It's sad to watch. She goes to the Boat House in Central Park, where she got engaged, and puts the letter meant to go in her fiance’s casket in a bottle, and throws it into the water. Maybe now she can start fresh. Away from the cameras. Here’s hoping. Fame is not going to do her any favors. Or us, for that matter. Because as we’ve learned from so many of these sad examples of televised realtiy, fame is a detour, not a thoroughfare.

Miz J blogs at Ask Miz J.