When u love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction u await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling u they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, u fear the other call, the sad nocturnal chime from a friend of relative telling u it’s too late, she’s gone.
Frustratingly it’s not a call u can ever make it must be received. It is impossible to intervene.
I’ve known Amy Winehouse for years. When I first met her around Camden she was...
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