How Felicia Sees It: I came into the world an Army brat. Moved here, moved there, landing at the corner of trailer park and military housing. I learned how to load a gun, dodge a social worker, and make an exit plan – before I could even drive. My escape came via the doors of a strip joint coined the Peppermint Lounge. It’s there that I met a comic, became a comic, won this and won that. I pounded the road hard, picked up a camera, did beaucoup TV, married my manager, then quit the biz.