It's 5:15 a.m., and the stars are still twinkling above the Vista jail. A tall thin woman with stringy blond hair and torn jeans strides purposefully through the automatic double door that empties newly released inmates into the lobby. She beelines for the pay phone on the wall, then punches in the numbers. "Where the f- are you?" she shouts into the receiver. "I'm here in the f-ing lobby." A pause, then, "Well, I can't wait. I'm going down Melrose now and get me some f-ing smokes!" The woman slams down the receiver and storms through the exit. A pause, then .....
