If you've been in my car you have probably met Ruby St. Germaine - Former lounge singer and fallen woman. She's a little doll who used to sit on my dash board, underneath the wee disco ball that hangs from my rear view mirror but through a series of tragic events she has ended up in my cup holder - bitter and burned out. A cautionary tale of the seedier side of show business.
Life in the cup holder has not been good to her. Her hair is mussed, her dress is fraying, she has lost her microphone (although has still held on to her jewelry). And her face looks like she's had more than one hot chocolate spill on her. She's a tough cookie, but today I saw how bad things have gotten. This morning I ate my breakfast in the car on my way to work and I left my spoon in the cup holder with Ruby. This is what I found when I got back in:
Rudy is holding the spoon which has some sort of white substance on it. This can only mean one thing: heroin.
Ruby, nooooooooooo!!!!!! You have so much to live for! Looks like someone is going to rehab.