You are correct! I used to slum around in LG too, dinner at Steamers then drinks at Carrie Nations, Black Watch, etc.
The Rack in SJ was my favorite bar in the whole world. When I was single it was packed with plenty of boyyzzzz! Of course at 10 p.m. the bands went from country to their rock mixes so there were more than just cowboys at The Rack. Then I met my favorite ex Mr. Zig there (drummer in a band) and they were one of the house bands for years so we had a lot of friends and family that would show up on weekends. That mr. zig and his band were a very upstanding group of musicians, totally straight, no drinkin or drugs and have gone on individually to Nashville and have been succesful in their own right. I've been to the Fremont one twice and Andy is still the manager, but it just isn't the same. I was so sad when they tore down The Rack. I was living in Nashville and was not able to attend the last bash

For the record, I never rode the bull or sat in that crazy upside down margarita chair. I used to climb up in the lighting booth and help the guy run the lights and I danced.
OK, Bay Area memories, I digress, back to murder.
I have little sympathy for Sarah because she puts herself out there, however, I can tell that she is one messed up girl and the fact that Sick has taken her under his wing can't be a good thing. She needs some serious help; not more black fingernail wearing dark demon types. Something tells me the girl is not capable of getting a clue tho. and I do find that quite sad.