When he’s not working at the carnival, he’s sitting on E.I drowning in meth and any other drugs he can get his filthy mitts on. He’ll shack up with any unsuspecting female and hide from his wife and kids in Sask. The drugs have him believing he’s a living god, the moon is fake, and clouds are government-made poison. He’s deathly afraid of kids because they remind him of the (somewhere between 3-10) children he’s abandoned. Bring your tin foil hat and get ready for some serious emotional abuse, ladies. This ones a real space case.