The local homeless population of Denton, Texas is a diverse group of human beings, consisting of various ethno-religious types and possessing a plethora of mental capacities. Their shared passions include methyl-alpha-methylphenethylamine, morphine diacetate, intense paranoia (due to both genetic factors and/or drug use), an apparent inability to procure their own cigarettes and also a propensity towards blaming others for their problems. The various groups who are most often blamed for the local homeless population's problems include "the cops," "my parents," "God," "the man," "the government," "the capitalist system," and "this town." Other targets include "Kroger," "Big Mikes," "Jupiter House," "Uppity property owners," and those with an aversion towards sexual harassment.

Under no circumstances should you ever, ever engage any member of this group or identify yourself as a smoker within a twenty yard radius. You should certainly never engage a member of this group at night, as their psychoses climax, much like vampires or werewolves, during the twilight hours. Additionally, and still much like vampires, these individuals will drain you of your cigarettes, patience, good will and time.

Influential members of this group include the following individuals:

NAS:

"I don't believe in God, but I'm God."

Nas (who is not the Hip-Hop artist) is a vagabond ghost that can be found either on meth or asleep (but never both) in front of Big Mikes and Jupiter House. He has never been observed consuming food, but has been noted to have a voracious appetite for cigarettes, though he has never been seen with his own. His other hobbies include bumming you out at parties and displaying an incredibly narcissistic lack of self-awareness. He is allegedly a successful and prolific member of Denton's nationally-renowned music scene, though nobody seems to know about or have heard his material.

RANDY:

"Want to hear my joke of the day?"

ROSE:

"Say, honey, you got a cigarette?"

"Boy you look gay!"

THE TRUE KILLER OF JFK:

"So, JFK right? His wife was a lesbian! Not alot of people know that, but he had an affair with me. He thought I was some kind of angel demon because I killed him. I did, I ripped his heart out of his chest and threw his body in the Mississippi River.  So what? She started talking shit to me like it was my fault. I said 'Look here, if you wanna get in my face, I might not look good'. She had yoga pants. Can you believe it? They're gonna do yoga! I'm a yogurt and I'm gonna do yoga"