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The Admiral is billing Amy Fisher as the “Long Island Lolita,” which by coincidence is how she was billed before she went into journalism. The tag goes back to May 19, 1992, the day she rang a doorbell in MassapequaMeassapequa and when the wife of her boyfriend, Joey Buttafuoco, answered, shot her in the face. After seven years in prison and four on the outside, she joined the Press in 2003, assuring readers of her new column that she’d “come a long way from the 16-year-old girl who made worldwide news with one reckless, regrettable and indefensible act.”
At the time I thought Possley went a little overboard. Now I think otherwise. If Fisher intended to advance in her promising new career — her editor told me she’d already won awards — she needed to know that shooting your boyfriend’s wife on her front porch isn’t the only thing in life that’s verboten. Fisher soon left the Press to pursue other options.
