Personal Life
Adam has a god-daughter (named Roo) and a dog called Mabel. Gontier refers to Mabel as his 'first-born'. Some misinterpret this, and think that he is referring to a child. He married his high school sweetheart, Naomi Faith Brewer (born 1977), in May 2004. His cousin, Cale Gontier, is the bassist for the Canadian band Art of Dying.
In 2005, he went into rehabilitation for an addiction to OxyContin at the CAMH (Centre for Addiction and Mental Health) in Toronto, where he wrote many of the songs for One-X, including "Pain", "Animal I Have Become", "Over and Over", "Gone Forever", and "Never Too Late". He is still sober, and a docu-drama about his addiction, Behind the Pain, was released in 2007.
Gontier has a large selection of tattoos. On his right forearm, he has a solid black band and lyrics to his bands' song "Never Too Late" from the album One-X, and on his left arm, he has a tattoo with special words made out to his grandmother. He also has 2 tattoos on his chest. He has a tattoo of the word "grace" on the knuckles of his right hand using the font from Jeff Buckley's Grace album. He also has "hope" tattooed on his left knuckles. In 2007, he had a tribal tattoo added to his upper right arm. On his left upper-arm he has a tattoo of a picture of his wife. He has a tattoo of a butterfly on his right wrist.
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