Just got her first magazine cover and is finding it hard to cope with the pressure. She knows that her septum is very close to burning away thanks to all the coke she has been shoveling up her nose; her throat is fucked from all the acid in the puke she keeps bringing up in her purges; her stomach is very close to being fucked by the ulcer she can’t let settle because she can’t stop drinking. The way she sees it is the next big job will pay for all the fixes that she needs – until then she will coast.
