 That's M-P-I-R-E, Empire. Gotcha. Oh, let's see. She also writes of his run-ins with the colorful drug dealers with names like Bicycles, a mysterious bodyguard of hunters named Big Country, who also may be a hitman. Wild trips on Amtrak to New York City when a hunter would abruptly get off the train to buy pants and at least one life-threatening overdose. So he would say, I've got to go buy some pants. Go find some crack. Yeah.