Charlie never got respect. Even in his dreams. He would envision vast empires and legions of sultry woman needing to please men. Yet he would always find himself the janitor of his own Xanadu. Or a haberdasher in times where people wore no hats. Now, ol' charlie has gone stoic and has learned it's best to enjoy what little joys his own subconscious will dole out. A psychic stoic, Charlie has found something of happiness and more of enlightenment.