Mimi could apply mascara, change her clothes and eat a meal while flying down the notorious 405 at 70 MPH in her brown Toyota (license plate: PHIEND). My superpower was attracting law
enforcement. One night in Orange County following a big punk show, we sat in the car for the better part of an hour trying to figure out who was sober enough to get behind the wheel as a pair of cops parked across the street happily awaited our decision. Mimi's magic carpet of PMA usually provided us a safe getaway and this time was no exception. We laughed all the way home, another dodged bullet added to the belt.
Sometime after we got caught in the Mendiola’s Ballroom riot and before we took on the crucial work of handling Social Distortion’s fan mail, we fell into the orbit of the Better Youth Organization. The brainchild of Mark and Shawn Stern who had a band called Youth Brigade, BYO served as record label and promotion company for hardcore bands around the world. Mimi, a textbook extrovert, managed to use the Mendiola’s debacle as a springboard for friendship and fun (read: sex and drugs) landing us an invite to the BYO HQ on N. Flores in West Hollywood.
The property consisted of an old two-bedroom Spanish Revival house in front, and a small apartment above a garage in back, with a long driveway alongside. Both dwellings were in various states of disrepair, a fact that was not incongruent with its tenancy. We climbed the stairs up to the apartment shared by Mark and Shawn where we hung out and discussed the news of the day. That’s where I met Dream.