Shane dies. He was this white crackhead, drunk, thug, old school that lived around my old apartments. Hustling, riding his bike around. Boy- it is depressing. Anyways.. he’s another “Eleanor Rigby”… body unclaimed. He just was, how he was. Always ready to fight. “I’ve been to prison, and I don’t take no shit.” Etc.. Well, he finally did himself in. Human beings, we are our own worst enemies. There is no enemy, worse than ourselves.