Slumped over 'Free wood' cannister, holding a lump of his hair from his head with one hand, and tearing a scab from his face, digging deep with his finger nail with the other - sitting in an alley way with a black eye - Chocco raises to his feat from the damp floor with rain spitting down lightly. With the tinge of smoke hitting his nostrils. Chocco looks with squinted vitriol, seeing alot more new faces than old.

"So.." Chocco pausing, after walking out of the alley way, looking both ways, "that wasn't a dream," wiping his hands in his jacket pockets, slithering and stumbling down the street, "...Maybe there's a book deal i could make - or maybe theatre, hm - maybe-" Chocco continuing to talk endlessly with slurred inflection