The ragged ballet slippers, presumably sopped with stench of booze and dribbles of ice pops…the greasy curls in need of dire Pantene Pro-V action…the pale and gaunt face with pasty cuts and a distressed look of need for another pill and a greasy cheeseburger…the hot mess otherwise known around the world as Amy Winehouse.
This, my friends, is THE photo that prompted Amy to realize that she IS, in fact, one hot mess and needs to get a freakin’ clue.
“I’ve finally escaped from hell. Before I came out here I looked at a photo of myself in the paper and was horrified. My skin was a spotty mess and I was so pale and skinny. I thought, “Girl, you’ve got sort yourself out or you’ll be dead soon.” I was depressed, doing drugs and had no life in me at all. Coming here has changed everything. I don’t need drugs.”
It is no surprise to me or you or Tommy down the street that Amy Winehouse has had a drug problem for quite some time now, but for Amy to finally see that for herself is a freakin’ miracle.
Now that Wino has realized how whacked out she really was (and still is) even though it may have taken a trip to St. Lucia to discover the wiggity whack-ness, Papa Mitch is letting the world know how relieved he is that Amy is on her way to normalcy.
“Stories about my troubled daughter are selling newspapers and magazines. They don’t want her to get better. But she is better. They didn’t see her lying in bed for days in a dark room. She was close to death twice. We have been working a lot to get her to where she is right now.”
I have just one request…can somebody keep Wino AWAY from Blakey? Is that possible?