at the table she's organizing the contents of her bag. she has three mirrors, a piece of chalk, too much gum, a picture of a cat, a talking taco bell dog and that cheap plasticy wallet. her bag smells like cat food in fact, nine lives to be more specific. she eats the cake quickly and decides to discuss whats on her mind.

she tells me she hates the movie gone with the wind because rhett butler is too sexy for words and scarlett looks a bit like her, doesnt she? thats besides the point. she really looks a bit like molly ringwold per the 80's trying to look like winona ryder but really falling into a catagory of faces that arent pretty enough to be famous. she's pretty because her body is correctly proportioned, it has nothing to do with her face.

karen's boyfriend sells drugs and gives her wads of cash to be his lady. sometimes i'm jealous. karen buys whatever she feels like, though its fairly minimal. she's squirreling away a good deal of the cash in case things don't work out with her and chris. or in case he goes to jail, which is more than likely. he sold bad e to some guy who beat him up in an alley. karen tells me this story without fail every time we walk by a certain block, each time with a bit more detail about exactly how each hit was. karen says she hates taking his money and i ask if he has any friends because i'm too lazy to get a job.