Avoiding the heartbreak stories, I'll share my short lived situation with a psycho chick. I met this girl when I was shooting Christmas lights and decor for the news on Candy Cane Lane, some street in Pacific Grove, California. This was right before Christmas of 2005. She was with her mom, who I interviewed on camera. She gave me her number (the daughter, not the mom) and I called her about a week later to see if she wanted to hang out. She came up to my flat, we watched some movie, but mostly chatted. She told me she had fibromyalgia. I was like, whatever. Nothing really happened that night. It wasn't until a few nights later on New Years Eve, she and I went to dinner at some steak house where she stole a steak knife. I was like, wtf?? Then she gave me some of her fybromyalgia pills which made me all high. So we went back to my flat and we started watching a movie, but she ended up getting freaky on me, so we started to have sex. She's told me to be gentle since she had fibromyalgia. We were doing it, her stolen steak knife is in her purse across the room so I knew I was safe, and I was still trippin' on her pills, so things were good..... until right when I went to bust a nut she bit my lower lip, (think of that hospital scene in Kill Bill Vol. 1) I instantly shrunk, but still managed to jiz a load. I was like, wtf??? (Yes, I wore a condom) After that, I totally gave her the cold shoulder and she left at 11:50pm, so I celebrated the rest of the night by myself, which was just fine at that point. At New Years, I took a fat bong rip and watched the ratcoons get frisky outside from my balcony with the sound of fireworks and the ocean in the background. Twas a lovely evening.