SEPTEMBER 1990

ROSEVILLE FLORIDA

Sat in Walleyes, a smaller bar Northern of Rosaville, Danny Johnson was in a booth. Sitting in utter silence as he watches the slow scene of the bar unfold.

He had his fake glasses neatly on the table next to his half empty whiskey glass. His hollow eyes focused on everything around him, lips perfectly flat as he stirred his glass. His charisma having yet to be shown as he sits in utter isolation with his glass.

watching..waiting..