It didn't take long for Artist's presence to be felt in PH. He was known at every restaurant. Partied while tipping heavily at every nightclub. And of course he was everyone's favorite at ANY brothel. The ladies loved him, the men respected him, and the RATs feared him. Most importantly, TommyVercetti was happy. Keeping TommyVercetti was the #1 priority in The Vercetti Crime Family... but once in a while you'd have an idiot trying to push the envelope even though they knew the consequences.

It was 3:03 a.m when BigHurt and Artist was stumbling out of the casino. They took more shots of whiskey than hands that they played at the blackjack table. When Artist got in the car the only thing left to do was close his eyes until it was time to walk up the stairs into one of his many PH apartments. But in PH, there was a time and place for everything.

When Artist opened his eyes it wasn't because it was time to go upstairs and suck pretty blue toes in missionary position. Nope. It was because BigHurt was shaking him while holding shovels in his other hand. "Artist wake up. Help me bury No Neck Nate. I forget to tell you we needed to take care of it but hey better late than never." It all hit Artist at once. No Neck Nate. He was once of accountants for Tommy. Rumor has it that he'd been skimming the books. It was one thing to think you were smart, but it was another thing to think TommyVercetti was stupid. When Artist opened the trunk the first thing he could see was the eyes of a begging shmuck. Everything about his expression was pathetic. Artist reached for his gun to end this guy's miserable life, but BigHurt reached for his arm. "The Don says to bury him alive." And that's exactly what they did. They transported his body into a barrel and did what they came there to do.

By the time they dug the hole and refilled it, the sun was coming up. Every once in a while they would pour water onto the dirt spot to make sure the dirt was moist. BigHurt and Artist sat on the hood of the car as the birds started chirping, when BigHurt looked at Artist and said, "That gentleman's club 2 blocks away from your apartment is still open, should we go? It's only about 7 a.m." 

Not one to turn down a good time, Artist hopped in the passenger seat without saying a word. Hopefully Kandi would be there. It was his favorite asian girl throughout the whole city. The only thing that could wash away the day would be her saliva.