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05/08/2008: "Tick ... Tick ... Tick ..."
In LA, we love our car chases. The news helicopter fleet will get word that someone is on the lam from the cops and show up overhead, ready to broadcast the results to the world. They won't admit it, but we all know what they really want - the money shot. They want to see they guy crash and scatter car parts across three lanes of traffic.
Sometimes, though, they get more than they bargained for. The chase will turn into a standoff, and end in a hail of police gunfire. Execution by cop - all broadcast live and direct into your living room. They wring their hands and say how unfortunate and unavoidable it was, but you know they know better.
That's the sense I get of the paparazzi who continually hound some of the more troubled celebrities - they claim they're just documenting the activities, but what they really want is to catch the ultimate meltdown. They got close with Britney Spears, but I think the one where they'll really get their wish is singer Amy Winehouse, who was once again arrested yesterday over her continued drug use and amazingly bad behavior.
You may recall the story from a few months back about Winehouse - fresh off a new series of denials - being caught using a crack pipe on paparazzi video. It was embarassing enough to finally force Wino into rehab - or, more correctly, force her management to try and force Wino into rehab, since it didn't work. Now the police are finally looking into it; Wino was arrested and released on bail yesterday in the matter.
If you've ever seen before and after photos of Amy Winehouse, the change is shocking. In a relatively short amount of time, she's gone from sexy and voluptuous to tattoed and gaunt. She's said to have earned $20 million already in her singing career (although I'll be damned if I can figure out how), and you know that the vast majority had gone into drugs. The photogs document her every move, each more bizarre than the next. You just can't help but wonder who'll be the lucky guy to break the photo of a half-naked Wino, needle still in her arm, sprawled dead in some alley ...
Someone get her some help before that happens.
