The National Enquirer says Whitney’s rolling full steam ahead towards Cracktonia, as evidenced by this picture of her (snapped at 4am in the mawnin’) in a wig and a fur coat and pajamas with an armload of candy bars. Because nothing says crack comedown like a hot ass mink and a batch of Snickers.
Per BostonHerald.com, which quotes the Enquirer article:
The supermarket tab says Whitney’s voice is shot from years of cocaine abuse and she and her hubby, Roxbury homey Bobby Brown, are running out of money. The newspaper claims Houston, who underwent rehab at least twice since confessing on TV three years ago she had used cocaine, pills and booze, has blown through her fortune buying drugs and supporting a posse of hangers-on. And because she cannot record, no new cash is coming in.
But there is a bright light in this dire affair: things with Bobby are going quite well!
[…] sources close to Brown say the ex-New Edition crooner is up to date on child support payments to his ex-galpal and Stoughton resident Kim Ward, who has two of Bobby’s kids. Brown even made a whopping payment to the kids’ college funds last fall, ending years of delinquency.
“He’s all paid up,” said our spy. “But [Whitney] doesn’t look good.”
Brown’s Bravo reality series “Being Bobby Brown” has been renewed for another season.
So interesting how Bobby has emerged as the stable, family-focused breadwinner.
Bobby Brown, family man. Whitney Houston, crackhead. The role reversal is almost complete. Next thing you know, Bobby’s gonna be cutting gospel albums with Cissy and Whitney’s gonna be crashing Porsches into street signs.
In a fur coat and a wig. As she swigs from a bottle, sucks on a pipe, and chomps on a Snickers while singing “I’m Every Woman.”