You are so poor and wretched even the street people won't hang with you. But you befriend these three street Mollkins. They play hand made drums and a odd didgeridoo made out of a exhaust pipe lined with rubber and tin foil. You play soda cans and beer bottles that you have tweaked to have recognizable pitches. A amazing sound that onlookers are stunned to see is made from instruments made from trash. The donations pile up. Splitting the money even that nets each member two hundred bucks a week. Along with cigarettes, candy, fast food bits and such being thrown into the hat regular as well. The band rents a couple rooms to stay warm and protect they're instruments. These are good times. When the band would work all day and chill inside with a bottle of wine.