homeless. I was living in the Geo Metro. I used to be
homeless in Beverly Hills, and I thought, If I’m homeless, I’ll
be homeless with class. Keep my nails done. Keep my hair
pretty, baby wipes, I’m fresh, it’s okay. I’m in Beverly Hills. As
long as I’m sleeping in Beverly Hills, I’m safe.
I pulled up to the comedy club one night, and Kevin Hart
saw all that shit in my car.
Kevin: “What the fuck is going on with you?”Tiffany: “Nothing. I’m good. I’m just in between
houses.”Kevin: “No. What the fuck is going on?”I told him what was up. I cried and everything, I opened
up to him.
Kevin: “Tiĉ, you can’t be living like this. You a pretty
girl. Like, you a beautiful woman. Why are you living
in your car? Any dude will be happy to let you live in
his house.”Tiffany: “I’m not fucking for a roof. I fuck people to
heal them. Okay? I’m a healer. ͳat’s why I fuck, not
for no roof over my head. I got a car. I got a roof.”Kevin: “Tiĉany, you crazy as fuck. You should not be
sleeping in your car. Here is $300, get yourself a hotel
room for the week.”