Crack whoes

It shouldn't come as much of a surprise that rock legend Ozzy Osbourne liked to indulge in his drugs, especially while hanging out with his equally famous music friends. In a recent interview with Fuse, Rob Zombie admitted that he, Rick James and Ozzy used to smoke crack together during their party days.

Don't believe us? Listen to the man here for yourself. Now just look how they all ended up. Rob Zombie is an acclaimed movie director, Osbourne is a model family man and Rick James is, well Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

Aaron Sorkin is by far one of the most accomplished producers and writers in all of Hollywood. From his box office success in " The Social Network " in , to his latest creation in HBO's " Newsroom ," Sorkin proves that quality comes from experience.

But when he was addicted to crack in the late 90s and early s, while he was working on the hit television show " The West Wing ," it didn't seem like he would get far. Over a decade later and now he's taking home Academy Awards.

Who would have ever thought that the queen of talk show television used to be addicted to crack? In , Oprah admitted that she started using the drug when her boyfriend introduced it to her. This was when she was in her 20s, as she also admits to having stopped since they split. While we don't know how rampant her use was, for her to overcome this and become a multi-millionaire speaks a lot about her character and will to be great.

These are the 10 most successful crackheads of all time: Robert Downey Jr. It finally tied my shoelaces together," he told Rolling Stone. He stands and leads me through one of two huge swinging doors into the emergency room. The place is like a tunnel. A long and windowless tunnel.

Lining both walls are stretchers. Every one appears to be occupied, and every one of their occupants appears to be black and elderly. Nurses and orderlies, doctors and police officers are bustling here and there — mostly in and out of the examining rooms, which run the length of the right-hand side of the corridor. Tim and I proceed onward She's holding a teddy bear—Joey, her favorite. Also in the room is a man in white— a doctor no doubt. Standing with his back to Ronda, he is writing something I start to hold her hand But then I go ahead: I put my hand over hers, holding it.

He is handsome, tall and curly-haired. In his early thirties. Which is usually caused by dirty needles. But she could also have endocarditis. We're running tests for endocarditis now. As the doctor is talking, Ronda slowly moves her hand from underneath mine.

I've held it , I realize, a little too long for her comfort. It is extremely serious, and if she has it, we might have to do open heart surgery. To replace the heart valve. This IV has fallen out of my neck twice. They ain't taking no more blood from me either.

Uh uh. Addressing me, the older one says, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're going to have to leave. We need another blood sample. Ronda's lips tighten. She sets Joey aside and folds her hands across her lap. She stares at the ceiling. I step out into the hubbub of humanity in the tunnel, where I immediately see Melvin. Talking with him is a young and attractive black woman holding a clipboard with pen poised above it. I check her name tag as I join them. Wendy Clayton.

And with no questions asked, she does; and then moves on, leaving the seat next to Melvin available to me. And she got a real high fever, and she was hurting. But", he says, "she wanted to wait until Tim got off work to go to the hospital, so she'd have a ride here and back. See, she thought that they'd just give her a shot and she could go home—but when we got here, the doctor told her she'd have to stay.

And so then she said that since they wouldn't give her anything for pain, she was going to go home and do a Dilaudid. Just outside the big swinging doors where I'd originally found Tim squatting, I now find him pacing. He comes over to me as I'm firing up my cigarette. What happened? If it doesn't kill you. Big scene, big scene. And she slugged me in the jaw. Because I wasn't gonna take her anywhere.

But finally I said, 'Fuck it! If this is the only way, fine , let's go get high! Came in, and the doctor knew what she had done; he just chewed her ass out good.

Finally they wheeled me into an examining room—the one next door to Ronda's—and gave me an EKG. And before you got here tonight, I went in and renewed the offer. And she just looked at me, and she asked me: 'Why would anybody want me? When I get up, Tim does too, and we push open the big swinging doors and again begin making our way down that long teeming tunnel. We meet up with Melvin right outside Ronda's room.

The door is open. In there with Ronda now is a new nurse, who is wrapping gauze around her right arm to hold in place a splint. Suddenly there are only two of us watching the scene; Tim has become a part of it. He's marching into the room and up to Ronda's bed, where he kisses her rather awkwardly on the forehead. Tim comes right back out A mass of gauze by now encircles Ronda's arm, and the nurse is securing it with adhesive tape. The nurse starts to help Ronda into it, but Ronda, holding up her hand, stops her, indicating that she wants to do it on her own.

Sitting up, she lowers her swollen foot to the floor. When she attempts to stand up, though, she winces in pain. He's right about that, I think, as Ronda allows the nurse to help her into the wheelchair She is a sick girl. Here is where you may read and view a sample of Volume One: www. And here is where you can read a sample of Volume 2 that begins with Ronda's first day in the hospital:.

Suki's details. As she inserts the needle into a vein, I snap a picture; I'm too absorbed in focus and composition to get squeamish. As she draws back the plunger and the syringe fills with blood, I snap another.

When Ronda depresses the plunger, forcing her blood, now mixed with Dilaudid, back into her bloodstream, she looks over at him Don't you worry about it. As I'm taking a few more pictures, I notice through my viewfinder a late-model car moving slowly up the little side street toward us Now it's exactly across from us. The driver, a gray-haired man in a business suit, is staring over at us The late-model car is back, I see. Across from us, it has come to a complete halt. Ronda's gray-haired admirer is eyeing her.

Could you stand up? So I can get one of your whole body? Standing, she puts one hand on her hip and takes a drag on her cigarette, striking a jaunty fashion-model pose. I am riveted by Ronda's eyes.

They stare out at me from the photograph in my hand. What I see in them—what is getting to me—is their quiet desperation. My brother, after developing the film for me, had made an eight-by-ten of one of the exposures.

He'd chosen the one I'd taken after telling Ronda to "Look at me Look into the camera. I'm taken by the picture. Totally taken. I barely notice that her face is broken out and her hair isn't that clean:.

But she gives a little laugh and sits down on a wall at the corner. And I, kneeling on the sidewalk in front of her, frame her in my wide-angle lens. Ivy flowing bountifully over the old stone wall Here is Volume One on Amazon:. If you want to read what happens her first full day in the hospital, check out Volume One. You may read it in its entirety for free by clicking on "Look Inside this book.

I get out of the car and lean against the hood. If Ronda does keep me waiting, at least I can spend the time taking in the stirrings of spring. The jonquils are already in bloom Ronda is suddenly back. A sweater draped over one arm, she is stuttering her hooker friend Marcie's name. Very emotionally, her voice breaking, she tells me Marcie had just admitted that she did indeed have the ring that Ronda thought she had stolen from her.

And then, after Ronda told her she could keep it, Marcie had started to cry Ronda seems so moved by this, I'm thinking. Really and truly and genuinely moved Suddenly she grabs my shirt—just below my neck — twists it— hard —and jerks me toward her—.

You know I'm not gonna do that. I discovered the other day I'm getting strung out again I back up: "What do you mean What do you mean that you're stru— You said you discovered the other day that you're strung out again. I thought, basically, strung out , the way you've used the term strung out How many have you really been averaging?

Then: "Since my coat got stolen. At least. Before then. Once, in the s, he and France traveled to Russia to help authorities there search for the bodies of two missing members of Czar Nicholas II's family. The Romanov family was murdered in , but there were rumors that a daughter, year-old Anastasia, had somehow survived the slaughter. The Russians believed Anastasia's bones had been found. But France looked at bones they'd collected and was not convinced, Reed said.

The Russians wanted the scientists to sign papers essentially declaring the bones to be Anastasia's, but France refused, Reed said. The Russians weren't happy. One Russian official berated France and Reed, yelling and red-faced. On the job, France must separate the emotions of death from the work of examining bodies and bones. If she's dealing with a decomposing body, full of bugs and odors, she'll put that reality in the far background of her mind, and focus instead on finding clues, she said.

Actually, I had a conversation about this with a forensic entomologist, and I said, 'I don't know how you can deal with all these maggots. France has for years been part of NecroSearch International, a nonprofit organization staffed by volunteers in a variety of disciplines who help law enforcement search for hidden graves and missing bodies. Clark Davenport, a founding member of the group, said France can compartmentalize even when others can't.

And she's practical, he said. Once, Davenport and France responded to a scene where human remains had been found under a mattress. The whole time they worked there, a dog stood close by, he said. France doesn't suffer fools, Reed said, and the detectives and cops who work with France are no exception.

She seems to cut through egos and misogyny, he said. A new documentary "Lot Lizard" focuses on the lives of three women who work at truck stops as prostitutes, selling sex to truck drivers.

To make this shocking film, Perlman traveled thousands of miles and shot hundreds of hours of footage, including: roach motels, hookers getting high on crack and homicidal pimps.

However, the women burn through money as fast as they make it. Betty and Monica are both crack addicts, and Monica is homeless.