Grand Theft Hobo: Stories from Tromaville 14

I swear people in Tromaville have a death wish when crossing the street with how many bodies are catapulted into the bushes by vehicle impact. I am working my way back into eating garbage can harvested oranges with how many homies I have put into housing. I seem to be better at it than the city council for housing in most blue states.

Soon Undercity will have amassed an army of unbathed soldiers fighting for love, justice & meth.