Woody Barlettani owns the hot dog cart at the Truckee River and Sierra Street. He doesn't usually look like he smells something stinky.

...We want some love, we need some love, love is the answer, my mother was a begger, sold my new blue jeans, my father was a gambler down on Virginia and Fremont streets and the only time they were satisfied is when they were all drunk...so don’t do what I have done, just spendin' your whole life in misery, in the lobby of un-enlightenment, it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy, in this universe, I know, I’m one... I still like that ol’ time rock & roll, I can remember the daze of ol’ and the subversive wisdom found in the carpet of an old hotel, yesterday don’t matter, it’s gone, it comes and goes, say good bye to Ruby Tuesday, let’s change everyday and catch our dream’s before they slip away, check in for a stay at the Drifterhotel, tap-dancing and dynamiting society....you can’t get tickets at ticket master, for the revolution will not be televised, we will not sell Levi's jeans, Volkswagen Beetles or make music promoters rich...