Candy Fink, from Schenectady, with a 17# stool in the shape of a rainbow. She was the hot lesbian whose butt mole I used to have to rub moisturizer on. The one who, long ago, when we worked together in the arcade, if a shy kid came up to cash in their tickets and mumbled what prize they wanted, she would shout, “What are you, Mental?” And I always told her that her ass was destined for something great.