Shane tries giving the eye to a succession of passing females. Most of them seem oblivious, but one glares at him and stalks off. An obvious rebuff!

"Flippin' skank," he mutters, discarding his cigarette butt and digging in his jeans for another. "I wouldn't flip her on a dime if she begged me for it!"

A thorough search turns up a crumpled packet of tobacco. Shane sits down on a handy bench and expertly rolls himself another cig. All the while he is scanning the scene for useful possibilities, such as...a loose woman, a free beer, a discarded issue of Penthouse, something which which to while a way those empty hours that one is forced to spend in the hungry years that precede "Freedom 35" and a life of leisure in the company of Shania Twain and the Rolling Stones' concert crew...