charts. They told me to try again the next day.
ͳen they took me to the dorm. It was nothing but little
white girls. I think the youngest one was seventeen and the
oldest one was thirty. I was twenty-three or something. It
was just me and them.
ͳey took me to where I was going to sleep. It was bunk
beds.
Tiffany: “Uh-uh. I can’t live here, I cannot do that. You
need to find me another place to sleep.”Scientologist: “No, Tiĉany, this is where you sleep. It’s
very safe, and—”Tiffany: “I don’t fuck with bunk beds. Bad shit happens
in bunk beds. I do not do that.”Scientologist: “Well, this is all we have, after all—”Tiffany: “HELL NO! I’m gonna be trapped, y’all gonna
let motherfuckers trap me. For what? $50 a month?
ͳat’s how you’re going to get me to sleep in a bunk?
I don’t think so, motherfucker. I AM OUT!”I’m not a prima donna. Remember when I was in the
orphanage—in state custody—we had bunk beds. And that
was where the beatings happened.
ͳose older bitches used to beat my ass in the bunk bed.
If somebody is beating you up, and you get in that corner—
you can’t get up out of there. If you’re in that bottom bunk