>>18592072>50s country music starts playing>Deep southern accent. Think Sam Elliot A way out west there was this
woman,a woman I want to tell you
about, woman by the name of Ol' Karen. At least, that was the
handle her lovin' parents gave her,but she never had much use for it
herself. This Karen, Now, that's
a name no one would self-apply
where I come from. But then, there
was a lot about Karen that
didn't make a whole lot of sense to
me. And a lot about where she lived,
like- wise. But then again, maybe
that's why I found the place
s'durned innarestin'.
They call Los Angeles the City of
Angels. I didn't find it to be that
exactly, but I'll allow as there
are some nice folks there. 'Course,
I can't say I seen London, and I
never been to France, and I ain't
never seen no queen in her damn
undies as the fella says. But I'll
tell you what, after seeing Los
Angeles and thisahere story I'm
about to unfold-- wal, I guess I
seen somethin' ever' bit as
stupefyin' as ya'd see in any a
those other places, and in English
too, so I can die with a smile on
my face without feelin' like the
good Lord gypped me.
Now this story I'm about to unfold
took place back in the early
nineties-- just about the time of
our conflict with Sad'm and the Eyerackies. I only mention it 'cause
some- times there's a man-- I won't
say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a heero?--but sometimes there's a man
... and I'm talkin' about the Karen
here-- sometimes there's a woman,
she's the woman for her time'n
place, she fits right in there-- and
that's Karen, in Los Angeles...
and even if she's a coalburning roastie, and Karen
was certainly that--quite
possibly the biggest whore in Los Angeles
County....which would place her high in
the runnin' for sleeziest worldwide--
but sometimes there's a woman...
sometimes there's Karen.
