How many times have you woken up in the morning, hung over and smelling of garbage, looked in the mirror... and asked, "sweet Jesus. What the hell is wrong with me?" Probably more than you like to admit. Because the truth of it all is... in this great big world of ours, there are plenty of reprobates, dilettantes, lecherous pricks, and pure unequivocal bastards roaming the civilized wastelands. Here are their misanthropic misadventures. Here are true bastards.