Jimmy was sitting on the fence over the Hudson River. Another evening where he attended these rehearsals about his own show Hit List which, however, seemed to take him further and further away from his own dream.

A bottle of whiskey in his hand, his legs tired in life, he had his eyes overlooking the tumultuous water because of the rain which was falling in torrents. He only had his hood to cover himself...

Those nights were just the night were he couldn't do thing... And it appeared a little too much for his taste.