Better to read the Hawaii story first if anybody is reading this one without knowing the story so far.
Tiffany had money. She was a seasoned nurse anesthetist. I have no idea what that means, but she made enough to live in a really nice area in San Francisco, drive a jaguar, an wear (ironically) Tiffany jewelry. She liked to spoil me. And to clarify, I never asked a dime out of her. So, a group of nurses and doctors plan a dinner party at this really upscale place called lazy bear. All fancy rich people. Yachts and Rolex’s. Way out of my league being from crime infested New Orleans. So I have to dress the part. All I have is dress blues which I’m not fucking wearing. Tiffany takes me to this tailor and gets me fitted. Shoes. Ties. Sunglasses. All that other shit that you wear with a suit. A Tag Heuer. I see all this being rung up and I had to step in.