Mischa Barton Should’ve Stayed Inside
Maybe it was a little too soon for the men in white jackets to swing the looney bin doors open and let Mischa Barton wander out into the wild. Just a few days ago, Mischa crawled out of the crazy ward after suffering some kind “meltdown” (aka the coke went down the wrong pipe). Mischa immediately got on a plane and flew to NYC to begin work on her new TV show. Well, a source tells Page Six that homegirl should probably still be laying around in a padded room somewhere…
Mischa had dinner with friends the other night and wouldn’t stop spazzing out over some stalker. The source said, “She was upset and talking frantically into her phone about having a stalker. Her friends were trying to console her, but she went outside and chain-smoked cigarettes.”
A stalker? Is that what we’re calling dealers we owe money? That’s a good one. I’ll have to remember that shit. On a positive note, if you’re going to be crazy, NYC is the place to do it. If I walk more than 4 blocks without seeing some lunatic in a torn nightgown rambling on about how “their stalker is infiltrating their brains and stealing their thoughts,” I start to get a little worried and homesick.