Everyone knows its a bad part of town, no one lives there by choice. Its this place called The Heat down at the corner of holy gate and 1-deuce-deuce. There a girl there, her real names Lucinda, they say friends call her luci, which is short for Lucifer, and she works in The Heat which is slick for hell. They say she's called bass "cause it look'a like a wide mouth bass smell 'bout da same" Nicknames and false alibis. Luci works the Heat on taco Tuesdays. They say she'll serve it hot for ten a song. Fish taco Tuesdays. They joke that it always smells like tuna anyways even without fish taco Tuesdays. They say on a good Friday, The Heat almost becomes bearable and every body watches old bass swinging widemouthed and tasseled around every pole in the bar. But I can't bare it, the kind of sadness in places like this where they serve up breakfast and Tuesday specials for ten dollars a song.