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I still don't see how everyone was so confused.
He's a scummy prostitute addicted to heroin.
He tries to cope with it by imagining it as something romantic and artistic.
His usual supplier got his stock taken by the police and suggests that he go to a jazz club where a popular musician is playing, hinting that such musicians always have drugs on them.
He asks for some "dream potions" to later drug a guard with.
As he's there he tries listening to the music, trying to lose himself in it as a substitute high.
It doesn't work, because the heroin has such a strong hold on him.
So he goes to the band's room and distracts the guard while he drugs his beer with the "dream potions", and then plans to rifle through the room for whatever drugs the band has with them.
He's a drug addict, nothing else matters to him.
I have an uncle who's a heroin addict who's spent more time in prison and rehab than out of it at this point, and one time he broke into my Father's neighbors garage and stole $60,000 of mechanics tools while everyone was at work. Probably sold it all for $2,000 because he's a desperate scum bag.
A shame this comic is dead, it was definitely something different.
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