“Damn, that is weird”, I muttered out loud knowing the officer was not interested in my musings. “That man really spewed some hate words at me when he saw my Dyke Drama jacket. I cant believe that his pizza place is so gay friendly.”

The woman in the front seat finally looked up and stared at me through the rearview mirror.

“Jesus, sister, are you really that nave?” she asked without letting me reply. “Most people hate us, our lifestyle, the way we love. Even view us as a threat, tearing away at the very fabric of moral America. But when it comes to the almighty dollar, girl, tolerance is standard operating procedure. So Mattucci may despise us but he sure wont turn down an opportunity to make a buck off us. People don’t want to know about us or what we do, they just want our money, and believe me honey, there are a lot of us with a lot of it.”

I couldn’t answer her because I knew she was right and it disturbed and frustrated me. And what was even more disturbing was that despite so many people hating us, we couldn’t help but be connected to them. Not in a sexual way so much like Alice’s CHART, but more by coincidence or fate.

I hit the guy who hosts L-word pizza parties and is also my bookie. The other officer saw me in a Dyke Drama Prodouction. EVERYONE seems to know K and that she really didn’t cheat on me..(MOTHER FUCK ME AND FUCK ME HARD . . .IT’S A SMALL WORLD FOR SURE WE ARE ALL CONNECTED SOMEHOW, SOME WAY). It was amazingly weird and somewhat disturbing to say the least.

Trying to change the subject in my head, I turned my attention to the other patrol officer watching him take statements from the few remaining bystanders .Despite my efforts to distract myself, I still couldn’t help but think about what a small world ours was nor could I rid myself of the voices in my head. (SHE DOESNT SUSPECT A THING K . . . SHE IS SO WRAPPED UP IN HERSELF . . . . SHE’S CLUELESS . . . . CLUELESS . . . .SHE DIDN’T CHEAT . . . .DIDN’T CHEAT . . .DIDN’T CHEAT).