Date: March 10, 2009
Time: 5:30 p.m.
Place: a Fortuna laundromat.
A man is talking very loudly on his cell phone in the middle of the laundromat.
“Really? You found it in her room? She admitted it was hers?”
“Well, it sounds like you need to decide what you’d rather have – a daughter who’s a tweaker or a daughter who lays around on her bed and does nothing. Either way I’d ground her. For at least two weeks.”