Joe Jones, Sanitation Engineer

Yeah, I'm a garbage collector. So? Somebody has to do it and the pay ain't bad. Sure you sometimes end up smelling pretty funky by the end of the day, but a good shower and some Old Spice and yer a new man.

And hey, some interesting stuff happens along the route sometimes. Like that time me and Duffy found that guy all cut up and stuck in a dumpster over behind the Wal-Mart. We answered all kinda questions for the homicide cops. Then, some Feds who said they were with Homeland Security asked us even more questions, but they got kinda weird. I mean, who the hell asks ya if you've seen any wolves in the middle of the friggin' city, fer chrissake?

And then there was this time that Duffy found some strange lookin' eggs in with a buncha garden waste. We figured they were eggs from somebody's bigass python or somethin', so we chucked 'em into the bushes near Golden Gate Park. That was just a few months before all them people got killed in the park and they had to close it off for a while there. Me and Duffy figure it was a bear come down from Marin county that did the killin'.

Anyway, sometimes ya find stuff ya can use or sell, like when we found a suit that belonged to Tarantula-Boy and we sold it to the Daily Trumpet editor for a cool three bills. Of course, later, T-Boy took it back, but hey, not our problem, ya know?

So yeah, bein' a garbage collector ain't a bad gig.