It's an image that the media has given me as a bad girl, and the only reason they gave me that image is just because of the few things that have gone wrong in my life, and also because I grew up living in a trailer.
But a year before that, I was starting to drink beer on the set of the film Lucas (1986).
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.