I was constantly on my guard. I could never forget how dangerous Las Vegas was for me. When I was in prison, it seemed like every guy in there who hadn’t been ratted out by a girlfriend or wife had instead been caught when he paid a visit to his wife, his mother, or some other family member or close friend. But I couldn’t be in town and not hang out with my mother and Gram—they were my whole reason for coming to Vegas, despite the constant danger.