Tyler was becoming uncomfortable with this Marty figure talking to him. People like Marty usually didn't talk to people like Tyler. Any other time he might've snapped at someone like Marty trying to talk to him but Tyler's buzz was keeping his normal nature suppressed. "Tryin to get home. Saw The Ramones just a few hours ago and now I'm tryin find a way to Coney Island." replied Tyler. He slowly spun around to take in the view of the room. It had a calming sensation to it but he figured it was just the booze. "Why am I here?'' he asked himself. He looked down at the floor and tried to retrace his steps to getting here but to no avail. "I don't remember anything about getting here." said Tyler bluntly.