Kate's an Irish girl from a small Midwest town - it might as well be the middle of nowhere. Her Daddy was a mean, old drunk - but he never missed a day of work. Her Mama was a devout Catholic... at least on Sundays. From the outside looking in, you'd never guess the extent of the horrors going on inside the O'Neill home. Kate was drunk by twelve, high by thirteen, and naked in the backseat not long after - anything to escape the hell of going home. She left Ransom, Kansas at fifteen years old with a twenty-two year old coke-head who promised he was going to be a rockstar. He OD'd six months later in a roach infested motel just outside Chicago.. leaving her broke, alone, and in serious debt to his dealers. So, she did what she does best: She ran. And she hasn't stopped since. She never stops. She never stays. She takes what she can get from wherever she can get it. And then she moves on - trying to stay a step ahead. Of what? She'll never tell.