Way out West there was this lady — lady I wanna tell ya about. Lady by the name of Rainbow Sponge Lady. At least that was the handle her loving parents gave her, but she never had much use for it himself. Rainbow Sponge Lady, she called himself Rainbow Sponge Lady. Now, Rainbow Sponge Lady — she didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where she lived, likewise.

But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call Los Angeles the City of Angles. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow there are some nice folks there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what — after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.

Sometimes there’s a woman — I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a woman. And I’m talkin’ about Rainbow Sponge Lady here. Sometimes, there’s a woman, well, she’s the woman for her time and place. She fits right in there. And that’s Rainbow Sponge Lady, in Los Angeles. And even if she’s completely psychotic — and Rainbow Sponge Lady was most certainly that. Quite possibly the most psychotic in Los Angeles County, which would place her high in the runnin’ for being the most psychotic worldwide. But sometimes there’s a woman, sometimes, there’s a woman. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But — aw, hell; I’ve done introduced her enough.