Get Out Of My Face!
It had been a rough few months. I was angry most all the time and everywhere I went, somebody would get in my face. The media was ruthless. No matter what, I was the bad guy. But then REVLON cancelled my contract. That ate me up. It wasn’t losing the three mil. It was the smear campaign. I didn’t know why they were piling on or how to cope with it. So when I left my agent’s office that day, right away a group of tourists surrounded me with cameras. I warned them to get out of my face. But one dude was ALL OVER me. So I introduced his head to my 10-lb. backpack. They stepped back then. I got into a taxi, turned to boyfriend still sprawled on the concrete, and gave him the finger. The son-of-a-bitch took another picture! NATIONAL ENQUIRER. Cover. Just five days later. See? That’s what I was dealing with back then.