Still wearing her KedsThings always work out one way or the other. Now that Mischa will forever be branded an unemployable habitual substance abuser at the ripe old age of 21 she can dress like she's going to clown college every day and not give a shit what anyone says. Look at her - she's probably stoned out of her gourd. Even the dogs look wasted! And hungry.
With no one coming to her defense except ex-holster Cisco Adler, Mischa is a lost soul. Her phone stopped ringing months before her arrest for DUI and drugs. Baring her bony sternum, changing her hair color, even cameltoe-ing the mom jeans (don't ask me how) failed to get her back on the A-List. No one who has worked with her in the past will work with her again. No one will give her free clothes anymore - she'll just pass out and soil herself by the end of the night. Too young to retire, too ... seasoned to marry for money, Mischa most likely faces a long, dreary future filled with regret and thoughts of what might've been ... if she'd only been nice, and if she'd just hired a driver.
