They call me a bitch, and I own that shit... My Name is Angelica Fontaine, though I'm known to the world as Angelica Joplin, the Lead Vocalist of the Southern Rock Band Fallen Angels. I'm a fireball in a tiny package but I can carry my own and take care of myself. Have been for years now. Unfortunately, a nasty bit of binging and an overdose has gotten my mates in a bit of a tizzy landing me in rehab… Again. Now it's all let's talk about your feelings and why you want to kill yourself. Fuck me, it wasn't exactly on purpose. Not totally… I've heard that rock bottom tastes like shit, well I've been served a big heaping pile of it that's for sure. The guys say I need to finish rehab and then I need to consent to a new kind of bodyguard. They are talking a full-blown MANNY!! Somebody to watch everything I do, all the time! They can't be serious? Can they?