Chris is young, beautiful, lost in LA and sick of it all. She may just survive a world that has gone insane (or has been insane all along) if she can find her way among the angels, outcasts, deviants and devils she encounters everywhere she goes...and just who IS the stranger tracking her every move and leaving her prophetic, typewritten notes? A tale of a late 80s Holden Caulfield by way of John Waters, a black-as-city-smog-humored cynical diatribe, a stream-of-consciousness joyride through the darker recesses of the human condition...whether you are offended or doubled over in laughter, you are unlikely to forget "My Name Is Christina Barry, And I Hate You."