Oh Tatum, I thought you were over this drug thing.
Dammit woman, I just finished your biography and now you've created a reason for a new chapter - hell - a new section based on your latest shenanigans.
Apparently you were arrested blocks from your Lower East Side New York apartment with cocaine and crack. Oh my gawd Tatum! Drugs named after a part of your ass are just totally tacky.
At least cocaine conjures up images of rich folks on yachts binging on line after line, served up on gold platters offered by beautiful, young nubile specimens who also sound like they have permanent colds. But crack? Crack conjures up junkies sitting in broken glass with other junkies, in a stinky abandoned house where everyone sounds like they have five minutes to live.
Oh Tatum, if this is true I swear that you can beat this. At least your acting skills apparently came into use as sources say that when the cop approached, you said "You know who I am, right?.... I’m researching a part - I’m doing this for a part as a junkie." Yikes. That "I'm researching a part" schtick didn't work for me when I was busted buying that truckload of breadmakers back in '94.
Look girl, I've adored your acting as far back as I can remember and I marvelled at how you tamed McEnroe for so many years but seriously, I really do hope this was just research and not a fall of the wagon because you are too damn talented to let it go up in a puff of smoke.
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