It was the windOK. I'm starting to believe that Amy will never regain the talent that catapulted her into international stardom. She's buried it in crack dust and cocktails. Such a shame.
Now that her parents have taken control of her finances they seem content to let her drink and drug herself to death in St. Lucia. The natives, compensated handsomely by these enabling parasites, are content to let her wander around and scare children and small animals. She's her own tourist attraction, but she's too messed up to care.
Every once in a while, though, she puts in a half-assed effort to return to her former glory, however brief it was. Set to appear in a local music festival, Amy showed up tanked to the gills, stumbling (and falling) all over the stage, mumbling and forgetting her lyrics like a true unprofessional. The crowd wasn't having it, however, and quickly booed her off the stage. Her peeps tried to smooth things over with a bland little message that blamed the weather, but no one was fooled. No one, that is, except for Amy, who probably woke up the next morning half naked on the beach with no recall of the prior night's activities. She may not be cracked out anymore, but her passion for self-destruction hasn't slowed at all. She needs rehab more than ever, but probably will never see it.
