Well, lady luck decided to come and pay Josh Blackfox a visit today, and I gotta say it was a fucking long time coming. I was walking along the road from downtown to the university, hoping I might arrive in time to catch some of the leftovers that get tossed in the dumpster out back of the dining commons every Sunday. (these god damn wasteful two faced communist hippies make me fucking sick) Well, I was just reaching into my sack to fish out my bottle of old grandpappy's cough tonic, when a jackrabbit springs out of the bushes and under the wheel of a dump truck. With the help of my old hunting knife, I skinned what part of the varmint still had fur, and me and Barnaby had ourselves a nice trash can fire in the loading area behind walmart. Now I've had my vittles, its high time I made my way over to the river and found myself some place dry under the railroad tressle where an old man can rest his bones. 'Night strangers.