POISON IVY: A man wakes up from a long sleep realizing that his entire life is a "case". He works at a bank, where mental images have become his life's work. His daily mundane chores are his justification and excuse consuming his time: the nuts and bolts of his autobiography, his eulogy. He wakes up conscious of being an accused man, and like all men, he is presumed guilty. He spends his life as if it were money (small change), spending a little here and a little there, always investing in his "case", a case that never proceeds to a higher court of appeals. There's never a resolution. He never worries about the bullet with his name on it; he worries about the bullet that reads: "To Whom It May Concern".