What becomes of the designated "losers" from high school when they enter into their twenties as rudderless and adrift as they were back in the day? Such fine playwrights as Annie Baker (The Aliens; The Flick) and Kenneth Lonergan (This Is Our Youth) have found a way to mine this territory for theatrical gold by focusing their keen eyes and ears on such lost strays. Now a new voice has entered into the arena, that of emerging writer Charly Clive. Her play Camel, a production of The New Natives at Under St. Marks, chronicles the downward spiral of one such wayward soul, who turns to a combination of beer, Adderall, and a powerful strain of pot in an attempt to mask his pain and emptiness. . . .