well...according to the one and only jimmy kiss. he told the photographers staked outside of his skid row home in arcadia today that kathleen is a "party girl" and as a result, the house has quickly gained a "revolving door reputation." he pretty much said that she doesn't listen to him and invites over "everyone and anyone." and by that, i'm sure he just means beau goodman. or should i say beau badman! he is kathleen's coke dealer coattail-rider and hails from the elite easy street hills. let me put it this way - if jimmy is bad, beau is worse.
he was working at the l'amour restaurant as a bartender, so it was only natural that he and kathleen became best friends. now he's somebody! it's that easy. but he's about to be one dead somebody, because jimmy told the papers that he can't stand beau. actually, i believe kiss said, "i wouldn't piss on him if he were on fire." well...cat's out of the bag! you know jimmy sits out front of the 312 all day in a rocking chair, smoking a corncob pipe, with a shotgun in his lap - just waiting for beau badman.
now, word around the campfire is that jimmy basically went to the top of the tallest building in town and threatened to jump if kathleen didn't agree to stop seeing beau. she caved in and promised she would stop being his best and only friend. except, she must have been making that promise with her fingers crossed behind her back, because she and badman are still chummy chums, chumming about arcadia. i think the bast part, though, would be that kiss - who doesn't contribute a single dime to the 312, because he doesn't really do anything for a living, except cook heroin on a spoon over a candle play with a camera once in a while - still thinks it's appropriate to order the doll around! earth to papa kiss - no one even asked you anyways!
and p.s., the only other person who is using the "revolving doors" - besides beau - at the 312, is sodapop cola. the deadbeat has been living in a tent in the backyard since the two kisses bought the place!