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Jerry, one day, grew so tired of picking up peoples' trash on garbage days that he decided to go a tad berserk during his shift.
He began eating peoples' trash out of their trash cans. Nothing too fancy. A few barfloads. A few uneaten dinners thrown away liberally.
Then he began throwing peoples' trash on the street and in peoples' yards. He even would bring it to some of their doorsteps, light the trash heap on fire, ring the doorbell, and run.
And there was that one upper class Illuminati neighborhood in Midwest Houston where he drove through various residents' mansions, knocking over their trash cans, spilling their garbage all over the roads.
It wasn't complete, though. He even engaged in garbage truck races with other mob-connected garbage trucks on the freeway. Driving like a maniac, he tipped over another garbage truck that went flying off the overpass, crashing down onto a few stores in a plaza center, trash going everywhere. He was laughing maniacally while eating leftover beef stroganoff taken from Mrs. Van Duyn's garbage can in River Oaks.
Yes, Jerry was having a great time. The best time of his life, actually. Then, the Police State decided to shut Jerry down. Johnny Law began the pursuit of Jerry. Jerry started dumping trash from the back of the truck, which crashed onto the police cars of Technocracy Incorporated, causing them to spin out of control, crashing into the barriers.
Jerry evaded police capture. Not for long, though. More police cars began chasing Jerry the Garbage Man. Communist Globalist vigilantes even took to the bridges on top of 610 Eastbound with guns, trying to shoot at Jerry to stop his rampage of chaos.
Jerry was shot in the shoulder, but continued plugging.
Jerry took the route all the way to the mafia-run garbage landfill, where he lost the tail.
It was a mafia utopia, nothing but the most rancid filth you could lay eyes on.
An endless sea of garbage.
He got out of the garbage truck and went to a steaming, stinking mountain of garbage. A true abyss it was manifested onto the surface. He finally surrendered, jumped in, and began bouncing around in the garbage. He began making snow angels inside the sea of garbage. The sirens of police cars approached in the distance. They inched closer and closer. Ready to take Jerry in. He didn't care though. Staring at the sky in that sea of garbage was good enough for Jerry, sirens be damned. And what was Jerry's crime? All he did was take out the garbage.
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