Demi! Demi! Yes, mama? Injecting brown sugar? No mama. Telling a lie? No mama. Show me your arms! Ha. Ha. Ha. America’s favorite smack head lives to lie about chasing the dragon another day. I believe celebrity rehabilitation centers are really just resorts that offer some kind of honor system if Lovato managed to score an early release as easy as she was scoring bags of dope. She probably promised a good Yelp review and not to relapse for at least ten days after leaving. Those hit songs about her battle to find the best spoons and Bic lighters won’t write themselves.
Demi Lovato was seen out in Los Angeles for the first time this weekend since before she was hospitalized for a reported drug overdose and decided to seek treatment. Lovato has now completed a 3-month-long in-patient program, People is reporting.
“She just got back to L.A. a couple days ago,” a source told the outlet of Lovato. “She seems to be doing well so far.”
I’m not a fan of how celebrities get sympathy passes for overdosing on hard drugs. You don’t get the “troubled, in need of help” spin the minute you’re making Mac Miller signature cocktails full of fentanyl, coke, and anything within arm’s reach that’s over 40 proof. Demi wants to do her best impression of Trainspotting, fine. At least write better songs while on the stuff. A dead Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse both have better discographies attached to their names in the dirt than an alive Lovato. All her addiction did was give everyone a case of crane-neck wondering if she was going to croak with her greatest contribution to music being an easily forgettable Sorry Not Sorry melody. A pitiful song that she should ironically apologize for.
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