Filthy Jeans Jamal is my name but they call me "Nails" on account of the fact that I'se always carryin' a 2x4 with a nail in it. A day for me starts with a bucket of water splashin' in my face and bein' chased off by a bull with a pistol or a cane sword. Either way I end up pretty beat up, I don't think the bulls have it in th
em to shoot a kid so I just come out of it bein' all bruised, battered, or pretty cut up. I'se aint
' afraid to ruff up the bulls even though they're bulky and fat. After fighting the bulls its onto another train. Usually I can make it into a train goin' west because thats where every one say
s there is no dust storms tearin' up the soil puttin' er'vr'ybody outta' work. For the past 4 months I been ridin' the rails in search of work. I'se started in Arkansas and now I been to Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. But all the while I never find nobody who is willin' to help a guy out.
As for the family situation me and my two brothers were abandoned when my Pa got lucky and sold all his stocks right before the
big crash and made a fortune because we were movin' to England to live with my grandparents because when my parents thought that when my grandparents kicked the bucket, then they could have the house and live an amazing life. Well when they hit it big they decided they didn't need kids no more so they kicked us out. All three of us... we are the Filthy Jeans Brothers. And life for us is like a broken drinkin' fountain you can try as hard as you want but your not gonna get anything outtta' it. I think that it is best for me and my brothers to stick together a'cause those grown up hobos are suckin' every last cent that they can get from anything. So I'll just keep on movin' and all the while I'll be doin' what I do best... survive.
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