Shagg tosses and turns in his sleep on the roof of his van, disturbed by the commotion nearby. His nocturnal movement becomes so violent that he rolls a little too far, sending him tumbling off the roof and onto the pavement below, waking him from his dreams...<br/><br/>"What the hell?" He says in a groggy voice, confused as to what has just happened. Not feeling tired he pulls a cigarette (tobacco) from the front pocket of his jacket, lights up, and decides to go for a walk to help wake himself up.<br/><br/>Shagg shambles like a zombie out of the parking lot, occasionally talking a draw off his cigarette and bellowing smoke to he heavens. Through a clouded mind he passes the alley, taking no notice to the individuals occupying it as he strolls along, passing a clothing store as he takes another drag off his cigarette...