If the City were human, it would be like the whores which wander it's streets, selling themselves just for a chance to survive this harsh hell, if this city were human, John Jones would be the herpes boil which torments her, orphaned at a young age when his parents were killed by a thug that his father had arrested earlier went looking for him to settle their score and high on a drug of his own design. He was sent to live with his uncle who treated him worse then the crap stuck to your shoe, by the age of fifteen. Jones was deemed a failure living on the street after castrating his uncle and force-feeding him his own balls. This night was like any other night for Mr. Jones; wake up, bitch about how life screwed him, shoot at birds, rats, and cats, then meet up with the guys for some fun, but this night, John Jones will never meet with the guys again for death came a- knocking at his door.