—JOHN MAYALL, “CALIFORNIA”
Pretty much Chon’s attitude these days.
Ophelia says that Chon doesn’t have attitude, he has “baditude.”
“It’s part of his charm,” O says.
Chon responds that it’s a
It wasn’t her dad, O informs him, it was her mom. Chuck was 404 when she was born, so Paqu had it her own way and tagged the baby girl “Ophelia.” O’s mother, Paqu, isn’t Indian or anything, “Paqu” is just what O calls her.
“It’s an acronym,” she explains.
Passive Aggressive Queen of the Universe.
“Did your mother hate you?” Chon asked her this one time.
“She didn’t hate me,” O answered. “She hated
Yah, yah, yah, because Paqu is totally SOC R&B.
South Orange County Rich and Beautiful.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled nose, and BRMCB—Best Rack Money Can Buy (you have real boobs in the 949 you’re, like, Amish)—the extra Lincoln wasn’t going to sit well or long on
Walked two thousand miles and went nowhere.
“The symbolism is cutting, no?” O asked when wrapping the story up. She figures it’s where she got her taste for machinery. “Like, it had to be this powerful subliminal influence, right? I mean I’m this baby and there’s this steady rhythmic humming sound and buzzers and flashing lights and shit? Come
Soon as she was old enough to know that Ophelia was Hamlet’s bipolar little squeeze with borderline issues who went for a one-way swim, she insisted that her friends start calling her just “O.” They were cooperative, but