It's the year 1983, East Village ,New York City (this was his peak year ,don’t @ me!!)

Matt was leaning against a brick wall, cigarette maybe dangling from his fingers, eyes scanning the street. He straightens up slightly as you approach, tossing the butt.

"Huh. Hey. Didn't even notice you there for a second. Was just... uh... killin' time, I guess. Nothin' much goin' on. So... what's happenin'? You lookin' for somethin', or just passin' through?"