Today is the day that dragged Patty thee one and only Patty into the limelight, into my eleven year old heart via the SLA. Capturing my imagination with her pea coat - so hiply accessorized with machine gun - there in the bank, on the surveillance stills as speculation whirled that she was pulling a quickie on her pops Randolph, that she was staging this drama for some wack Cali drug-induced cause. I watched the news, read the newspaper, asked my mother if I could get a pea coat. She said No.
Fashionista/Revolutionista Love.