Yesterday, the UK's Daily Mirror ran pictures and a colorful, engaging story relaying the tender tale of a girl and her stash. Then they confronted her about it. And she flipped. And her boyfriend flipped. And so they ran part two of the fable. The blow hits the mirror, then the shit hits the fan. Like grains of coke through the 5-note, these are the days of Kate Moss's life.
The Mirror is off the damn chain today! After running the Moss toot pics yesterday, they've unleashed a relentless triad of followup stories. If, like us, you've never found yourself in a recording studio with a supermodel, a junkie musician who looks unable to grow facial hair, and a member of the Clash (god, we're so square), the paper graciously provides a transcript of their fascinating, coked-up conversation for your perusal. And if, like us, you've never seen pus seeping out of a wound created to implant a device to stop junkies from doing heroin (again, squaresville), they've kindly provided that as well. Finally, not only does the Mirror have photographic evidence of the bender, they apparently have video, too! When their reporters confronted Kate with this fun fact yesterday in New York City, she raged, "A video? What video? Fuck off, I don't want to know . . . Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Just fuck off!" Journos then scrambled for their pads and pencils, frantically thinking, "Was that five "fuck off"s or six? Shit!" Words seemed to escape Kate's clammy-looking lover Pete, who showed his rage in a very different way, hawking a dripping loog on one lensman. Afterwards, addicts scrambled to scrape up Doherty's spittle, cook it in a spoon, and inject it into their veins.
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Kate Moss II: Cokehead On the Move
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