I met Angel while I was a staff and she was living at a youth home in the Westlake region of Los Angeles. The other staff there would withhold phone calls from her girlfriend. Angel would tell me that her “chick” kept calling her but that the the staff wouldn’t let her take the calls. “That’s my girlfriend and they won’t let me talk to her just because she’s a girl and not a guy, and that’s fucked up,” she would say. I had to agree with her.
I remember her.