Fifty-one fifty. It was a number she didn't recognize the first time she heard a hospital orderly say it after buckling the last fastener on the straitjacket. Over the years, she's gotten all too familiar with the "involuntary psychiatric hold" label. Most of the time, the imbalance of good vs. evil, of self-discipline vs. self-destruction, and of restraint vs. brazen disregard stays at a manageable level. But deprive this unabashed superwoman of aggressive skating on the derby track, and BEWARE; it will only end badly.

After years of running off her friends (and more lovers than she cares to remember) with unpredictable intensity and outbursts, she finally found a home amongst the roller derby sisterhood. "Derby girls like it rough" is a saying that only sounds cute until you get roughed up by her. Getting hit by Kimical Imbalance is bearing the brunt of years of rage and aggression. The Germans have a word to describe finding joy in another's misfortune or pain. They call it "schadenfreude". Other people's pain brings her so much joy that derby is a perfect fit. Get hit by Kimical Imbalance and she's likely to look over her shoulder and laugh hysterically until she moves on to lay out your teammate. She may seem sweeter than honey, but she's often S.U.I. (skating under the influence... of anger) until the first couple of hits; after which she's in her happy place.  Just ask the last shrink who released her from her padded cell. The doctor reluctantly handed her the derby bag they confiscated when they admitted her, knowing full well that skating a bout was probably all the therapy she needed.