During the Hellishly hot summer of 1985, when nightfall brought only sleepless fear, bloody nightmares, cold sweat and doors and windows locked tight, Richard Ramirez the “Night Stalker” became a part of my psyche on many levels. Ramirez and I were each born within 2 years of each other, and raised within a few blocks of each other in El Paso, Texas. Decades later, his path of death would cross my very own East Los Angeles neighborhood. We feared his shadow lurking on our streets, as mere minutes away, he prowled and killed in the neighboring cities of Monterey Park and Whittier. Richard Ramirez was the reason my parent's installed security windows on our home.
I often, unknowingly, surely crossed paths with Ramirez as we both frequented the very same downtown L.A. locations within the very same time period.
His capture within a few miles of my home on August 31, 1985, involved personal friends that I went to school with.

My family experienced the Night Stalker’s terror during that blistering summer in 1985, and it seems that I have been formulating this tour ever since. Now in 2010, 25 years later, on the anniversary of Richard Ramirez’ capture, the time has come to stir the demons of the Night Stalker’s satanic legacy once more…