Somewhere else entirely is a man, a drunk of a man, indulging in his vice while others pass him by. He takes a swig of some moonshine, then spits some out at the feet of women walking along with son.

"You rude rude man! You should be ashamed of yourself. Clean yourself up!" she yells, rudely, then tugs her child's arm and keeps on walking along the sidewalk of the city streets.

The drunkard laughs, then mumbles some incoherent nonsense as other pedestrians pass by the lowlife. He's sitting outside a popular watering hole, up against the heated bricks, at twelve noon.

"I guess it's noon here!" he shouts out at no one in particular, then laughs again. At least he knows what the hell he's on about.

This goes on for awhile longer. The social outcast keeps on keeping on, drowning his soul in a mess of intoxication and escapism. Much like that mushroom eating Vegas guy. As the sun passes over the other side of the sky it now casts a shadow on the business front. No longer are the bricks as heated, and soon enough this man will find another place to squat.

WoonDa was erring the streets with his big jack on, listening to the latest jazzy "Body and Soul" title, when he saw his friend Conn eyes semi closed, and his BG Dexter guiding his road. Turning back shortly, to appreciate the curvatures of that nice lady that was passing on, he addressed Dexter after: "I know a good friend's bar close. Let's take our friend a long walk on that fresh air there... I am sure he will feel better when we arrive there.

The hobo attempted to toss the now mostly empty bottle at Conn. He wasn't much for romance unless it involved his love for liquor. The bottom flew through the air in Conn's direction.

"Woo say wanna play dare today Mayfair what ya say?" the drunken bum fumbled in response to Dexter.

Hobo wasn't exactly in a proper state of mind to do anything productive. Initially he simply did as Dexter did based on the angry man's forcefulness and energy, helping him lift Conn up. He took the opposite side, sliding in under Conn's armpit. You could say though Conn and Dexter were just as much holding the drunkard up at the same time.

All three of them walked a little, now away from where they initially were, one business down. It was a café that had an outside area with tables and chairs. People were out and about doing their thing, chatting, socializing, enjoy the evening. Conn had been pretty much dragged to this point, from being knocked unconscious by the moonshine bottle, yet was more so still able to function his legs, like a blackout drunk.

Speaking of drunks, just as they started to pass the café, the hobo decided it was time to relieve himself. He dipped away from Conn and Dexter and while swaying and mumbling more incoherent nonsense, he pulled out his penis and started urinating on the back of one of the chairs that a customer was seated in amongst the outside eating area.

The drunkard released the beast, and was feeling quite good. Mid stream, and whilst pissing waywardly due to his swaying, he felt the need to steady himself. His non occupied hand was placed on a solid surface in front of him to keep himself from falling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. Better pee, better do." said the drunkard.

Unknowingly he had placed his hand on the head of the man who's chair he was relieving himself on, which kicked off the stocky businessman to turn around and start his verbal assault, and also caused the hobo to no longer be able to keep his balance. With some still left in the tank, the drunkard suddenly found himself lying face first in a bush. He had toppled over and faceplanted while still peeing.

"Ahhhhhh yeah, sing me a song Lilly" he said muffled with his face in the dirt, continuing to pee and saturate his shabby trousers.

The hobo had in a round about way taken himself out of the situation, which left Conn and Dexter to deal with the angry businessman.