None of it would have happened if not for the support of this man behind the scenes, the Incandescant Shade Vegas.

Dutch's stage manager, confidante, best friend and bookie,

Shade has seen Falconi through the best of time and the worst.

He can be reached at:
svegas@gvn.net

When I asked Shade for his history, I think he had had one Zima too many, and out came this rambling, torrid tale, which your webspinner can only barely remember to write (I was drinking whiskey, myself).

I left home when I was 13.

I ended up in Vegas, where I developed a gambling addiction.

After, learning to count cards in the casinos
(I was big for my age)

The club owners kicked me outta town, warning me never to come back.

I drifted for a while and then ended up in Miami.

I was washing dishes at a restaraunt owned by a big-time coke dealer.

I had an affair with his daughter, and when he found out, he tried to kill me.

I was 16 then.

I ended up back in Vegas, hoping my growth spurt would conceal me.

After making a small fortune at Blackjack and Craps, I was found out and run out of town again.

I ended up in L.A., where I discovered punk rock and blew all my money on drugs, alcohol and sex.

That lasted about four years, until my money ran out, so I got a job driving a cab.

One day, Dutch jumped in my cab demanding I take him to Sacramento.

Five hours later, while telling Dutch, "Sure, I'll help you move some equipment tonight," my fate was sealed.

I was only 21.

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