In fifth grade, I won an essay contest sponsored by the D.A.R.E. program. After being selected winner, I was told I would read my anti-drug essay at an assembly in front of the entire school. No stranger to the effects that drugs have on people's lives, I nervously sped-through my essay detailing how drugs can destroy a person's life and the lives of all the people around them. Many of the people who sat through my essay would later go on to consume and/or sell drugs, which goes to show how convincing I was. After looking at these new shots of crackdome's latest celebrity victims, I'm thinking I could have really driven the point home had I gone with a visual.


Seeing is believing, isn't it?

Amid speculation that Amy Winehouse's husband, Blake Fielder-Civil may have Ike'd her, Amy contacted blogger Perez Hilton to clarify:

“I was cutting myself after he found me in our room about to do drugs with a call girl and rightly said I wasn’t good enough for him. I lost it and he saved my life. He is an amazing man who saved my life again and got cut badly for his troubles,” Winehouse explained.

Ain't love grand? It's a shame when your life gets to the point that any British tabloid could create the most ludicrous story about you, but because your behavior has been so erratic over time that it's easily believable. The Sun could easily report that the two fought over what gives the better high: rat poison or weed dipped in white out and I would believe it.

It's an even bigger shame when someone as talented as Amy thinks she's the one not good enough for the man who enables her and her destructive behavior.

I don't know how else to say this: I don't want Amy Winehouse to die. After reading this interview with Amy's mother, Janis, I feel even sorrier for her. It's as if no amount of convincing will do any good if she's attached at the hip to a man she thinks is needed to complete her.

I'm a huge fan of Amy's, but it's become increasingly hard to watch someone self-destruct. I swear I would sing her the corny D.A.R.E. song we were forced to perform if I thought it would do any good.