Following Amy Winehouse’s condition is similar to riding a rollercoaster or dating an abusive dude. Just when you think the ride is going smoothly, you forget to get his frozen corn at the supermarket and the next thing you know you’re vomiting in front of a turnstile wondering why you paid 60 dollars to do this all day. You know? It’s just like that. I mean, I thought Winehouse was shaping up, but these pictures of her leaving a London pub say otherwise. And honey? Your implants are showing.