A fortune teller lays out the cards and AP’s fate is sealed: a curse that is here to stay. What do you do in circumstances like these? You run. You search further ahead. You ride a motorcycle. One thousand dollars and the body of a little lamb — no more, no less — that’s all AP needs to break free. Along the way, the misadventures pile up, becoming ever stranger, more excessive, provocative and, above all, trashy. After all, the city where it all leads is called Trashtown