Current Characters in Crisis City
That's me. Too
young to be a hippie too old to be anything else. I'm an Artist. Makin'
Art. You know. I lived in Berkeley met a girl had my career take off
then moved to Los Angeles after my girl friend dissappeared. I can't
tell you much about myself except that Nina says I have two central
themes, "Why me?" and "Why not me?"
of adopted Belcher and me, having lost all of her own family in the
holocost. I never had a Jewish mother before. I found that they really
do have this thing for chicken soup. She also had a sharp mind. Sharp,
quick and deep. She taught me a lot. In between her complaints about
her health, the state of liberal politics in America, and the choice
of dress of the UCB coeds she could come up with some real first class
At six foot, ten
inches tall, tipping the scales at three hundred and fifty pounds,
Belcher was one of the biggest human beings Id ever personally
met. He was an old biker from Oakland mellowed by age and that weird
Pseudo-zen thinking you find in Northern California.
She made me successful.
Remember the prints? That Absolut Vodka ad? I was everywhere! That
was all her. Then somebody took her. It took me three days to realize
something was wrong. Can you see it? We had trust. Can you imagine
the guilt? The helplessness? The police indifference. Anger. Police
suspicion - I, a logical suspect, even to myself.
friend. Her husband is in the industry. You've seen him. He's doing
well and they just had a little baby. Nina has a certain sort of magic
about her. The calm in the storm typoe. We call it Nina's Art.
and Nina grew up together in El Monte. Barrio Brats. Nina just wanted
out, Rachael wanted a little more. Un Poquito Mas. She got it. The
Big Ticket. The High Time. You've seen her too. She became a super
model then an actress, raged in New York and Milano, met a Trip-Hop
DJ who ultimately left her with a great pad, a kid, and a drug habit.
five. His Mom, Rachael, is an old friend of Nina's, works in the Industry.
You know the type, actress, model, single mom, drug addict. We met
when a bunch of us showed up early to help Nina set up the loft for
New Years. He wants to be A gangster
but he likes
Me, Nina and
Bebe went to Art school together. He's from Iran. I can't pronounce
his real name properly so he lets me use Bebe a family nick name.
He's doing pretty well in the art LA Art world.
Art Groupie Bebe introduced me to. From
a collector of sorts, she collectes men. A paradox created by the
modern world, she's an independant girl who wants to be taken care
of. An unconverted communist who aims herself at rich men.
Painfully beautiful, she
snubbed me for Brad Pitt. It's okay. I wasn't really over Kaye. Lucky
(Lil D) Dinkum Rowe
Sam is a bum. He sits in front of the Ralphs on Sunset reading from
his Bible and lecturing passers-by
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be Jamaican. Most think so. Still, it's a mystery and he's not talkin.
He's Rachael's Ex and Matthew's Dad. A business man, a poet and a DJ.
Most think he's a drug dealer but I don't know about that either.
He's into underground labor politics on a world-wide scale.
He's got an
internet company, a record label and an import-export business.