Tommy's evolving into the ultimate life form: a filthy, fuck ugly, dog diddlin', kiddie fiddlin', rock huckin' bridge troll. You're one step away from blocking the footpath in a highway underpass you sad, piss stinking malcontent. It's only a matter of time until we read how you shuffled up to the wrong person, who obviously, would assume you're a meth riddled freakish, homeless retard desperate for change because you are and smacks you in the head with a heavy tree branch.
The last thing I would want on my hard earned vacation time is this thing waddling up to me and trying to sell me his kidney stones. I want to get out of the city to be away from homeless bums not be involved in their grifts.