In the City, good days don't come around too often...

But today the sun's out, the cold's keeping the worst of the smell away, and Jerry feels just fine as he whistles his way to work. For a mass-murdering fat guy with a crush on his boss, things don't get much better...

Then a car with hood-mounted Rattle guns pulls up alongside him and everything changes.

When Danny Upper gives Jerry an ultimatum, his world comes crashing down around his ears. In his desperate struggle to get his life back, Jerry's thrown into the seediest of underbellies, the beating heart of the City, a place no one goes unless they absolutely have to (or need drugs and can't afford the good stuff). On the way, he meets a hooker with a heart of platinum (like gold, only harder), a night club owner with a penchant for testicle removal, a ruler with a love of foot massage, and more bad guys than you can shake a shit-covered stick at.
Only thing is, when it comes to bad guys, Jerry's pretty near the top of the pile.

(He also has a thing for honesty, loves cats and only kills really mean guys. What's not to love?)