In the May issue of Vogue, Donatella Versace sounds off about her 17-year affair w/ Mr. Crack Cocaine. 17-years, man. So, how on earth does someone stop sniffin’ the goods after 17-bloody-years?
I had so much fun. I had the best time of my life.
[Donatella Versace- Vogue Magazine, May 2005 via The Santa Fe New Mexican]
There you have it kids. Start doing cocaine because it beats watching TV, playing videogames & sports & for all you older people, it’s much wilder than alcohol & weed (put together!). You can grab a stash of The Big C if can manage to hit up any high-profile parties or if your network isn’t so strong, just head to the local ghettos & talk to some shady brothas.
But, when the lights die down & the parties stop becoming fun, you can quit! Donatella explains her secret…
I stopped using cocaine because of what happened. I couldn’t go late to work, because Gianni wasn’t there. I had to organize my company, my family. My whole life changed completely. I didn’t even think about doing it. But it wasn’t as though I was going to stop my behavior forever. I wish I had.
I was crying, laughing, crying, sleeping _ I couldn’t understand when I was talking; people couldn’t understand me. I think if I didn’t go (to rehab) I would have died.
Apart from the small prospect of death & people not understanding what the fuck she was talking about when she came to work after doing a few lines, it was HER INABILITY TO SLEEP IN that forced Donatella’s ass to “quit” crack. If her ass didn’t quit, she would’ve become a crackwhore on the streets of Italy rather than the Empress of Versace.
I don’t care what Donatella says, but when you do coke for 17 years, no amount of rehab is going to stop you from heading back to Mr. Sniffy-sniffy. Then again, it looks kinda weird being the only 50-year old doing lines in a group of beautifully anorexic 20-somethings.