Bitch, aside from being one of those thundering Rolling Stones songs, it is what Yolanda sighed with seething violence 

at the nearly miniature example of a hotel room in Texas nearly a quarter of a century ago before squeezing out the 

single shot, from her snub nose thirty eight caliber revolver, which fatally, famously ended Selena's existence while 

launching her crossover success into history. 

From the window, the lot's the view straightaway blurred only by the sun's resonance as it burns the asphalt. Over

on the left, there are stairs - short in that obvious quick construction concrete thick with hurry - that seem to lead

nowhere. 

This is what the singer saw as she ran out

with blood streaming down her torso and

perhaps looked over by the

ghost of Sam Cooke which experienced a

similar incident in 1964 when he was ten

years older than Selena at the 

Hacienda Motel in Los Angeles California. 

Lady, you shot me, it is claimed he said

before rushing in for revenge only to get the

cheap end of a broom at the finish line. Elisa Boyer

not only shot him, apparently, she shot the ceiling

along with one other twenty two caliber automic 

bullet which has yet to be recovered. 

Of course, these situations are related in some deep metaphysical level, yet we only mention them in passing so as not to 

overly distract from the story as it were. Indeed, there is a lot worth looking over...Red Ferrari at a cheap motel, wearing nothing 

at all but an overcoat and one shoe...Justifiable, the verdict on that homocide. Jury poured it out in fifteen minutes. 

The show must, the say, go on and this is what Selena wanted but Yolanda told her hey man I been manhandled and need medical 

attention before I can settle our account. The eighth grade drop out and rising star of border song fame drove her would be killer

to Doctor's Regional Hospital where the nurses found nothing to be concerned over. 

You can't go home again, it's a famous and long well perhaps more long than famous novel but also the case at hand, literally. 

With nearly two thousands dollars in her purse Yolanda Saldivar cursed and fired at the woman she supposedly worshipped. 

The clerk was Shauna Bella, the emergency response took two minutes and the stand-off between authorities and assassin took nine hours.

Sentenced to life, up for parole in precisely six years from now.