CHUCK:

Hatched on a rusted fire escape in the South Bronx under the rumble of the 4 train, Chuck learned the laws of the concrete jungle early. He never knew his father—word on the street was he was a smooth-talking homer who flew the coop for a younger flock in Queens before Chuck even cracked his shell.

He navigates the concrete jungle on a skateboard, rocking a pair of fresh Timbs that he swears give him better traction on the sidewalk. A die-hard Knicks fan, he’s rarely seen without his team cap as he scours the city for the perfect slice of pizza. Chuck IS New York.
Don’t knock the hustle.