Gotta love Alex. The saga starts at the Shell Beach hang out on pg 13. Alas, I didn't like the name Alex for the book so I named her after another freakin awesome bar in La Jolla.
"With white laminate
flooring below and ten month-old Christmas decorations above, the Shack was hit
or miss. Hit: a harmony of decent looking, cool, conceivably rich older
guys, familiar faces and few girls. Miss: a few meth addicts doused over
too many girls. The jukebox was too expensive and the champagne not
expensive enough."
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