Jimmy (James), was friends with my boyfriend since the seventies. This is how I came to know him. My boyfriend and I would visit him in the city he lived in and Jimmy would take us too wonderful places to dine which he had discovered. Jimmy was very smart and had written a screen play. I only got to glance at it but I was told by my boyfriend that it was very good. When someone dies, there is a tendency for the real and dishonest friends to show which category they fall into, When my dad died James sent me and my family a wonderful boquet of flowers. I know that when a person lives a life that has drugs involved many bad things will happen. This time, I just don't think that is a good enough rationalization for a person to shoot another in the head and leave their body in a car of church parking lot. Many people around me are dying. I don't live in a big city by any means, but drugs seem to stretch into every town and touch lives everywhere in the worst of ways.