Loser lives in on a bare mattress surrounded by a locked room, on the even-shittier end of the Bullyvard. 

Loser survives by a ragged routine.

He once penned that routine and read it at a poetry night, it went something like:  “First I gets bail, next I leaves jail, then I walks north by foot alone up old Jail Trail.  Up Jail Trail, about as far as you can smell, is a good place to meet Bumbo, called the Big Round Tail.  Now without fail, Bumbo's stash will avail, and I go wit' Bumbo to a few blocks off the Trail.  Then I ducks in an alley, and I jimmies up the door, then I does the other door, I miss the mattress, and I hits the floor.  And then, there's no more.”  The routines that get him into jail in the first place?  Oh, you'll see.