A clear, shining example of the kind of person that hangs around in record stores. She's rocked, talking a mile a minute with no end in sight. "Well Johnny and I got into this thing one night after Jesse roped the wrong guy,.." Penny's still holding that cd at a strangely conversational angle "like that guy? Daisy - like that guy," pointing at Cornelius "only black and he had kindof a gut." How the guy in the story relates to the guy in the store is anyone's guess - it makes sense to Penny, so she continues "Anyway so the point is we had to get outta the bar so we walked through an alley and ducked in this door, but like we had no idea where it went and it was the scariest.shit.ever."