Jacob Singer was a mean ol' man. Having spent the last century behind bars, he was often heard yelling at the others for touching his vittles. Even when Old Man Singer had no vittles, he would swear at the other inmates. In session one day, Jacob offered to share a map he drew of a land that existed beyond a Chinaman's tears. Not knowing what he meant, I humored him.
This lead to a police stand-off at a local dry cleaning service. I still don't know how he drugged me or brought my ass to Koreatown, all I know is that he did with a ballpoint pen and gumption. When Old Man Singer made his final stand against the police, I wondered if he knew what he was doing. The dying glimmer in the Old Man's eye, seemed to tell me that he wanted out and this was the only way he knew how to escape this life.
Unfortunately, the police merely tasered him. This normally doesn't kill a man, but the lead cords struck Singer's pacemaker and made him jump up to 88 beats per minute. A flash of light and a burst of flame followed, as Old Man Singer went up like a roman candle. Where Old Man Singer was going, they don't need roads.