The latest entry from “Outside Of Los Angeles”, a series of events and deeds remembered by Paul Zies

That fucking nurse from Virginia. Dirty piss tests, phony pills, and pregnancy tests that were guaranteed to be positive- and that was just the beginning. She worked at a podiatrist’s office in Tarzana and started hooking us up with prescription pads on the regular. That fell to shit when the podiatrist was deported for running citizenship scams on wealthy pregnant Chinese tourists. Shelly…that was her name. She was getting fentanyl pills from Tijuana and selling them to the stunt guys in Burbank. That went south after two of’em overdosed. Shelly started coming in here a few times a week for Benevidez, the private investigator. She’d wear a wire and hit on some married guy until he gave up his number, Benevidez used her a lot. Shelly had great tits, phone numbers came pretty quick with those tits. She was nuts though, she’d get knocked up just to pull a scam with positive pregnancy tests and go get an abortion when the gig was over. She had a thing for piss too. I wouldn’t go calling her a dominatrix or nothing but she would make a buck or two taking a leak on a some of the teaching staff at the Valley Community College. You could also get her to take any drug out there so whoever you wanted to nail would test positive for weed, blow, crank, H, and even steroids. After Benevidez got popped for wiretapping and homemade grenades, Shelly ended up serving five months federal. Amazing that she can legally own one of those marijuana collectives after the conviction but she has three up in Oxnard.