You may have heard of the sword of Damocles, but have you heard his story?

Damocles was an attendant in a royal court, a jealous flatterer who wanted so badly to become keen,

he wouldn't shut up about it. His ambition or persistence or whatever you want to call it

got him exactly what he always wanted, a throne to sit on.

But when he finally looked up, he saw a razor-sharp sword swinging above his head,

held only by a single pair.

Suddenly, he realized the precarious nature of his newfound power, how it could all just

end in a blink of an eye.

And so Damocles begged for his whole life back.

He didn't want his dream anymore.

It was too risky.

But to choose power is to choose risk. What would you do? If you found yourself with everything you ever wanted,

would you sit there and wait for the sword to drop, run, or would you do everything in your power to protect it?

I'm Harvey Gien and this is Killer Stories. Press your feet into some shag carpet and hit play on an 8 track.

Today we're touching down. Press your feet into some shag carpet and hit play on an ape track.

Today we're touching down in the 70s to talk about Trippendales.

Not these guys.

These guys.

Whose name strangely comes from this guy.

You'll have to Google it because we don't have time for tangents today. A lot happens in

this case and it starts in an unlikely place. Believe it or not, the origins of these extremely

and intentionally white strippers begins in India with a man named Soman, aka Steve, Bannergy.

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