I patterned myself after this woman that was the town tramp back home. She had blond hair and high heels and red fingernails and lips, and to me she was like what movie stars were to other kids. We'd see her, and I'd say, 'Oh, look, she's got plastic goldfish in her heels!' and my mama would say, 'She ain't nothin' but trash, nothin' but trash,' and I thought, 'Ooh, that's what I'm gonna be when I grow up - trash!'