Samantha Der

Reality Bites, Dear Kristen

She couldn’t put her finger on it. What was it? Could she have known that restlessness and a je ne se quoi draw would lure her down this grunge-dressed rabbit’s hole? Don’t be tempted by the evil bunny who both teeters on the edge and dwells in den, cocooned, wrapped up, in utero. Oh, but maybe she plays anyway. She’s young, it’s fun -- and this is L.A.!