November 14, 2008
What the hell, Amy? Late Thursday, Crackhouse was spotted stumbling about the cold streets of North London wearing nothing more than denim cutoffs and a mesh shirt… in England at night in the middle of November. Alone she staggered, calling out for “Good Blake” - who is not to be confused with her husband “Druggie Blake.” After yelling and knocking on neighbors’ doors to no avail, Amy retreated to her drug den to cuddle up with a bottle of vodka.

What the hell, Amy?

Late Thursday, Crackhouse was spotted stumbling about the cold streets of North London wearing nothing more than denim cutoffs and a mesh shirt… in England at night in the middle of November.

Alone she staggered, calling out for “Good Blake” - who is not to be confused with her husband “Druggie Blake.” After yelling and knocking on neighbors’ doors to no avail, Amy retreated to her drug den to cuddle up with a bottle of vodka.