Her mother grew their pot in a sunny modified window of their van. It was a very prolific little sonofabitch plant. Sometimes Vincent wonders if her parents know it's no longer 1969 - even though they were just children then.
"Not always," she replies right away. "I'm told that sometimes I'm just not very nice," she adds, more in a factual way and not in a way that makes her sound sorry for herself. The truth is that Vincent isn't good at feeling sorry for herself - there's much worse in the world than anything she's ever been through and she knows it. "But you're lucky that I think you're funny."