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Opened up his eyes.
When I was working on opening his eyes I got a really imaginative about this guy. I've decided to nickname him "Shorty".
He's a nice Jewish kid from the Bronx, plays the trumpet and decides to enter the jazz scene in the 1950's. Thelonious Monk and Miles Davis are the "hep" cats on the scene. Underground dives bursting with jazz all night long. The 1950's and 60's are solid for work as a trumpet player or pianist. Shorty stays in the scene, all the way through to the decline of jazz clubs in the early 70's. He's been around long enough to get to know who's providing substances like heroin to groupies and musicians.
1970's rolls along, money gets tight, and though an outsider, he moves up the ranks of the racket to be a distributer. Family ties have to be cut to keep them out of the loop and friends disappear. Shorty wears "bikini" briefs because he's entering heroin packaging centers for pick-ups. He's only there short periods of time for pickups, so they just check his small undies to make sure he isn't stealing the goods.
Shorty gets caught up in the game. The session at the club ends, and he decides to use the bathroom. Shorty is tackled from behind, and his head held in the toilet bowl long enough for him to drown. His pants are left behind in the bathroom stall. He's thrown in the trunk of a car and whisked away. End of Shorty.
JMHO MOO OINK