who somehow decided that her and I were buddies, and now every time I see her, she chats me up. In her thick-ass, undecipherable accent. Most times, she starts talking to me even when I’m not looking in her direction (and I’m usually doing something else, like drinking or writing). Apparently she bumped into someone with her car in a parking lot recently, and with her DUI (an LA tradition) a year ago, her visa is now in trouble. At this point I almost hope she gets deported, horrible, I know, but fuck, I already have to be nice to all the men, and managers, and the owner, do I really have to fake smile and pretend to give a shit about what this chick is saying? I’m nice, so of course I will. Which is how it started. Once again, bitten by my own sweetness.