(in the 1970s,London punk era) Charles walked into the drugstore, he needed a smoke real bad. He just got kicked out of his home and was going to walk to his friends house. Of course he was going to buy some cigarettes first. That's all he would ever do with his money. After he got his cigarettes he stopped on the curb of the road,sat down and lite his cigarette. Charles' didn't know what to do. His hazel eyes look worried like a child and his curly dark brown hair needed a wash. His clothes were clean and his boots were sturdy enough though. He was running out of money, a lot of it. He got back up again and stuck his thumb in the air,no cabbie would stop for him but hitch hiking was worth it. As his cigarette was hanging out of his mouth more cars would pass him by. Until one stopped. He walked his way over to the window and waited for it to roll down. He knelt down and his doll face was shown. "Could you spare a lift for free?" He asked.