And another was added, added to the trio who had somehow banded together. They were all different, all possessing vastly different personalities…united by circumstance, chance,
blood-link, desire, need, pain, comfort and everything else. It was a little band that stood with their backs to each other in a circle facing the world in all it’s ugliness and beauty. Bette
kept her own close, a hole in her where T once filled, a lover who whimpered in her sleep…a stranger whose hidden intentions would find a way to rock her world. There was Angelica..
who once tasted and smelled the the other side of human nature and crawled back to face her destiny and right, hiding her hurt hiding herself but open to all if only someone took the
time to really see, to look. Kirsten…..there was Kirsten, a woman with a firm body and a firm mind…unchallenged by anything except the perils of her own past….strong enough to carry
many still learning to carry herself. And Dina, back from the dead, back from a foggy past into an uncertain future…she is a mystery, a woman who cannot forgive.

 Of course they did not know this yet. They spent their days living like any other person on this planet. Eating, sleeping, *****, shitting, peeing, crying, farting, burping,
raging, yelling, screaming, whispering, getting up getting dressed cleaning up dirtying down fighting each minute getting older each minute closer to death each minute living each
minute. On some days not giving a ***** about AIDS or famine or war or poverty or the panhandler whose begging for change down the street and some days barely able to get through
the hours cuz the injustice of the world makes their gut hurt, their eyes tear. Bette wakes up during nights sometimes and finds herself sweating, gripping a pillow biting down on it
with her teeth dreaming of the monster who lived in her closet when she was a seven year old girl….waking up swearing she could hear the voice of her father reading her the
news from the morning paper. Angelica sometimes pauses on the sidewalk gets down on all fours and inspects a spider web that she has been watching for days, as it grows into
a more intricate trap…she loves it, loves how some of the most beautiful things in life are the smallest…unaware of boys driving by watching her watching the web. Or Kirsten who
on most evenings sits at her table after work and tries to imagine living with another person, she finds herself nervous sitting there all alone….wondering how she has been doing it for
the past decade…feeling in her heart the void must be filled but too scared to admit there even is an emptiness. Dina…or Dina….sometimes she lies in her bed at the hostel in downtown
LA and wonders about the cards Life has dealt her, sometimes the days and nights seem so wonderful, so full of hope that for a brief moment…a second really..she truly believes that
there is a better place out there.

 All lie in their beds…it is night-time in Los Angeles…they don’t know what the future holds, they have hopes but really don’t know and so they just lie there and try to sleep…
thinking of all the mundane things that make up their lives. The cards have been dealt though….and the gambling has begun.