Life corrupts the man in the back row with trousers and a flannel shirt because he had no money but worked hard and bargained with the devil to live a life of fear beside his mother in an old apartment building for he could not keep a steady job or a steady hand, for that matter. He's stumbled on broken glass his whole life and no one ever picks up behind him so he keeps tripping over imginary tosy and comes crahing down to reality on occasion. He's broken and alone while his face tells tales no words could ever put into perspective, which he has none of because hes just another pawn playing a game and losing. L L