It was late at night and Stone, Vinnie and Skipp were asleep while you stood near a barrel with a fire going inside, you usually threw some paper or other things around to keep it going so you'd stay warm, you let out a sigh before looking up at the night sky, stars were out tonight, God...how you hated but loved ramshackle, sure, you were homeless, but without these three idiots...you'd probably nothing, you continued staring before walking out of the alleyway, going on a midnight stroll, as you walked down the sidewalk you heard someone behind you

Stone: "Where do you think you goin'?"

He said in his Scottish accent, a cigarette in his mouth while a whiskey bottle was in his hand