Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You are Cody Christano. A 22 year old guy who lives in Axechester, NY. You are of italian descent but you are no suave gweedo. You are a dishevled mess, with a cheap hat, matt of hair, unshaven and wearing a jacket with oil stains on it.
You work as a busboy/dishwasher for the "Golden Memories" resturant,a nice place aside from the customers who are usually nasty elderly folks who think a nickel is an excellent tip. You can barely survive on your meager paycheck so you have some oddjobs that you do to keep your head above water. These jobs include collecting scrap metal, garbage picking to sell discarded crap, and attempting to sell your rap demo tape. You aspire to become a famous rapper so the world can feel your pain and misery through your music.
You have no girlfriend (few friends at all in fact, people generally hate you for being scum) but you do find enjoyment through "hooker hunting" an activity that can lead to sex, humiliating a hooker or robbing them blind. You find it to be highly entertaining no matter what happens.
You are a loser and you make no secret of this fact. You admit to yourself that you are trash and try to live your life day by day, hoping to one day make that one big score and become rich and famous or kill yourself in a violent episode.
Today feels like a special day to you. You don't know how or why but somehow today is different. As if its the start of something that will lead to either fame and glory or misery and pain. You have nothing to lose you think, you're an American Scum Bucket.
You work as a busboy/dishwasher for the "Golden Memories" resturant,a nice place aside from the customers who are usually nasty elderly folks who think a nickel is an excellent tip. You can barely survive on your meager paycheck so you have some oddjobs that you do to keep your head above water. These jobs include collecting scrap metal, garbage picking to sell discarded crap, and attempting to sell your rap demo tape. You aspire to become a famous rapper so the world can feel your pain and misery through your music.
You have no girlfriend (few friends at all in fact, people generally hate you for being scum) but you do find enjoyment through "hooker hunting" an activity that can lead to sex, humiliating a hooker or robbing them blind. You find it to be highly entertaining no matter what happens.
You are a loser and you make no secret of this fact. You admit to yourself that you are trash and try to live your life day by day, hoping to one day make that one big score and become rich and famous or kill yourself in a violent episode.
Today feels like a special day to you. You don't know how or why but somehow today is different. As if its the start of something that will lead to either fame and glory or misery and pain. You have nothing to lose you think, you're an American Scum Bucket.