Back in LA before I went on the run, one of the people in my social circle with Lewis had been a guy named Joe McGuckin, a doughy guy with a round face and a sizable belly, bespectacled, close-shaven but still looking like he had a day’s growth, his brown hair hanging partway down his forehead in girly bangs. The three of us used to hang out together, so often eating at Sizzler and then going to a movie afterward that Lewis and I nicknamed him "Sizzler and a Movie."