July, 1986-
In Las Vegas, there is no shade for the weary, weak or broken.
Ghosts haunt The Strip like the junkies haunt the Mission’s methadone clinic.
Farm fresh off Grateful Dead tour, The Fizz beamed.
The psychedelic circus had derailed when Jerry collapsed into a diabetic coma. Refugees like Jake “The Fizz” Fizzario were left to fend for themselves.
Surprisingly nimble for his size, barefoot Fizz grilled cheese sandwiches on the sizzling Strip.
2 for $5.
The grilling was good, sales were not.
Max invited him to put on some shoes and come into the casino …
