I see this character hanging everyday as I walk to work at MoBiLe FaCToRy / The Desert Project. This guy ask me for a cigarette each day and I tell him the same thing everyday: “Ill trade you an entire box of American Spirits Black Box for that Korg Synth.” He shrugs his shoulders and pulls out one of his won cigarettes and lights, then the other guy crawls out of the hole to which he dwells. Same thing everyday.

maybe they are a tribute band of leatherface from texas chainsw massacre