Bobby Brown is releasing a tell-all book in which he alleges that Whitney Houston is the one who pushed him into a life of drugs. Bobby was a weed man until marrying the superstar. Then it was crack city, according to Page Six:
“I never used cocaine until after I met Whitney. Before then, I had experimented with other drugs, but marijuana was my drug of choice,” Brown writes in “Bobby Brown: The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing But,” out next month. “At one point in my life, I used drugs uncontrollably. I was using everything I could get my hands on, from cocaine to heroin, weed and cooked cocaine.”
Bobby now believes his marriage was doomed from the start. The couple separated constantly, but Bobby’s not saying he’s innocent of sleeping around:
“I am guilty of sleeping with other women . . . Women are always throwing themselves at you. I’m only human, so I would make the mistake and bite the hook sometimes . . . I let the testosterone take over.”
One of his most public indiscretions was an affair with former exotic dancer Karrine “Superhead” Steffans. “Yes, I’ve slept with her,” he confesses. “Yes, I’ve spent several nights at her house. But she was only good for what her nickname stood for.”
Whitney issued a statement today to TMZ that she won’t “set the record straight” because Bobby is the father of her children or something, I dunno. However, what I do want to know is why can’t I have ever meet a nice girl named “Superhead?” I always get stuck with girls that have nicknames like “Susie CriesAfterSex” or “Carla McHasAPenis.” Am I being too picky?