Poe could have told Sam the story Dee had shared with him in April, 2004 while they were sitting at the end of the bar at Don's Mixed Drinks in Denver. The early phase of that evening had
been marked by a discussion of whether or not Psycho Suzi's in Minneapolis—the previous April's rendezvous destination—was truly a dive bar. Too kitschy, said Poe. Too cute, thought Dee. But the barkeep
at Don's kept free pouring Dee scotches. The whiskey provided her with the courage she needed to tell Poe the story she really wanted to tell.