A ship docks along the sandy shores of Las Vegas. Eraserhead steps off with the other immigrants and walks to a man sitting at a desk

“Name?” the man behind the desk asked firmly

“Eraserhead” he replied

“Are you new to these shores?”

“Yes sir” he answered politely to the authority figure. “I just arrived to these shores via that ship”

“Have you any kin?”

“Yes..”

Visibly confused by the contradiction, the man stamps his immigration papers anyway. Eraserhead decides to take a walk along the Las Vegas shores.

As he walks, he notices a large leather bound journal wash up along the shores he just arrived at newly.  He picks up the journal and wipes the sand off of the cover, a look of surprise on his face as he sees what is on the cover.

“My blood” he says aloud. Not literally his blood, but the name of his ancestor. However, the name was written in blood, presumably his ancestor’s, the same blood as his. 

“I shall study my line and learn from their wisdom, their mistakes, and the sins of the father.”

He sat down and opened the journal, deciding to start with the last page which recorded his family tree’s most recent history. He dug deeper into his line as he turned each page backwards. He read long into the night until finally getting to the end at the beginning of the journal. He decided would follow in his line’s footsteps and become a mobster.