ROBERT AARON, a "TROUBLE MAN" in Philip Seymour Hoffman's DEATH

Here's some interesting news for you "let's all share the music" and "music should be free" assholes.

It looks like one of the guys who sold heroin to Philip Seymour Hoffman is...THIS GUY...

Robert Aaron, 57, is actually Robert Vineburg, and since nobody buys jazz albums or CDs, and nobody wants to "support the artist" and go to clubs when they can download movies and apps and watch streaming sports events on illegal websites...the guy had to deal horse.

Sad and stupid. But speaking of stupid, how about one of his relatives coming to check on his apartment...and spilling shit to reporters?? How dumb is that!?

Asked about Vineburg and Hoffman, the idiot chick named Christina said that her step-Dad Robert "was very upset. He said, ‘I wish he would have called me because I could have made sure if he was going to do something, someone was going to be there and he was going to be OK.” When asked what was going on with Robert selling heroin, she replied, "“That’s my dad. He got into this because right now he couldn't find any work — anything. This is the only thing he could think of. He couldn't even find work washing dishes....He has no arrest history. Hopefully he'll get six months, maybe a program."

As for playing jazz, well, yeah, he could always do a "pay for play" gig. Maybe play for tips in some hole in the wall club in the East Village. He lived on Mott Street, hardly a prestigious address. In fact he was a leader in a tenant vs landlord revolt over the shabby building not having enough heat and hot water.

The album cover that showed the cool Robert Aaron? A little different is how he actually looked in his shabby digs:

Yeah, looks like a drug dealing loser, doesn't he? But part of the reason he's a loser, is that he had the idea years ago that he could make a living as a musician, and in these Internet times, no, you can't.

His neighbors sometimes heard him play. For free. At a time when they wanted to sleep. Reporters interviewed one neighbor who said, "“I’ve heard him playing through the walls" and a woman who admitted, “He's an amazing musician. He used to play 'My Funny Valentine' at 3 a.m." And that's a good thing? "I usually throw shoes at the wall.”