Life is tough for the electric violinist Manchester. He never knows where he is going to sleep, nor where he is going to find his next meal. At times he has a place to sleep at night, at other times he finds the best park bench he can, and sleeps there. And yet, he continues to play, day in, and day out. Many consider him to be a victim of his craft, a talent so magical that he has made the burliest of men weep openly in the street, and small children scream out in pure joy. While it does not pay the bills, at least adequately, the feeling that he gets when he plays and the reaction he evokes in others cannot be replicated. Still, he is broke and alone. Such is the life he has chosen.