Her name is Cerina Vincent and she was a Power Ranger, the yellow one. I was too old to have ever watched the show but I do remeber one halloween, while drunk in a gutter somewhere, I was awoken by a group of 4 kids dressed like the Power Rangers. I had no idea that it was the most popular costume and show for kids for the year, but it was one of those years that is kind of a blur. Anyway, I thought they were superheros coming to take me to a better place. They were proding me with sticks and asking if I was gonna be alright, while I was lying there covered in my own vomit. About 2 minutes later, I sobered up enough to talk to them and I still remember it feeling really good to have someone talk to me after so many months of people just spitting on me and treating me like the disgusting person I was. About 5 minutes later, one of their parents showed up and bitched the kids out for talking to me. I wish this story ended with me feeling like my life was worth something and from there an old page was turned or a new chapter in my life started, but I just went back to the bottle. Point of this post is that kids don’t make life better, booze does. And if I had known the Yellow Power Ranger was so hot, I woulda been a little more excited when I was woken by her, or a kid dressed like her, you get the idea.