Blah…blah…Wino is wrecked….blah…blah… I swear, doesn’t the Crackie of Camden ever get fucking sick of being the Crackie of Camden? Some days, doesn’t she wake up and think, “I’m not going to shoot heroin my eyeballs today. That’s boring. I’m going to bake a cake instead.” Being a crackhead seems so exhausting.
Wino was out in full force on Sunday morning. She punched a wall, screamed at her security and then burst into crack tears. Typical shit. Wino was back to wearing the ballet slippers that even a cracked out dog wouldn’t chew on. And her skin is still eating itself. It has to eat something! I also don’t think Wino put that flower in her crack hive on purpose. I think her crack hive is starting to grow things. Ugh.
Wino’s daddy, Mitch, told The Sun, “Amy is doing fine.” Yes, Wino just looks like a basket of sunshine, kittens and rainbows. Somebody throw Mitch in the crazy house already.