John bob is a mysterious man. Lives 4 blocks down from adam street. they live in small town of jameston. He has a bar down stairs in his house, filled with whiskey and vodka's,gins, homemade wines. No matter what time the year it is he is playing elvis, sloshed beyond his gulid's. His next door neibors the smiths are meth cookers, they are a quiet gentle older couple. the neibors down johnson street are the listons, they are white trash there house had the smell of bacon, they had about 50 dead heaps rusting in there graveyard of steel and soul.

"you know you right your very right"

say john non boe

"dident get old by knowing it all"