“So did she……you are right….lets go….I got a few more spots to show you.”

We drive for a while at least two hours maybe more. We stop after the longest time. The sign reads Lucky 19. Its an abandoned strip bar. Now I was confused. Shane never mentioned being a stripper and honestly I love her and her body….but she doesn’t have the body for stripping.

“What’s this place? Why are we here?”

“This is something I never shared with how you use to be. This is where Fast Eddie use to hang out. After he killed Pop…..after….I had no family left…..I was still young…and um Curt took me in….adopted me…..and I went to live with him and Mark in Bakersfield two miles that way. I knew things about my father that he thought I didn’t know. Like I knew he and Curt were in the business together. And I knew that Pop wanted to kill himself for killing my mother and I knew that he walked in this place one night looking for trouble. He found it of course. And he lost his life two days later. Mark tried to tell me that Curt had something to do with it cause he loved my mother and I was his kid and all that….but I think Mark just wanted me to be his family….anyway…..I sat out in the car with Mark and Curt while he went in and challenged Fast Eddie. And two days later he was dead. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I became obsessed with getting even with this guy. I would tell Mark late at night in our room drunk on St. Ides….he would tell me not yet. He would say “Tiger not yet….we gotta make it count.” So I ditched school and walked over here just watching him go in and out….leave with girls…..do his thing. I followed him like this for two years just waiting, watching his every move….then Curt caught me one night…and he asked me why? Why did I want to do this? And I told him…cause I have nothing…I have no attachments. I asked him why didn’t he try to get him….my father was his best friend…..and he told me not yet…he told me that he was going to do it for me…..and I didn’t believe him…then he changed his mind some time  later when I was older….and I raced him in the desert and I shot him while Mark and my boys held him down…..God this place……I had my first real woman right over there….a girl she worked in the bar…saw me every night sometimes in the rain….she felt bad for me…..she said I should have stayed in school and not spend my time lurking in strip club parking lots….The old you….she told me she was a stripper…I fell for it….I had a thing for strippers….”