Being a baby in the mean streets of Las Vegas is tough work. Especially when the identity of your moms is just as sketchy as who your daddy is. The only thing that makes it OK to be slung in the bootleg BabyBjörn of a hirsute retard on GHB? Sunglasses. Especially if you're crying bitter tears that you don't want anyone to see. And it's all downhill from here. Yay!