I was raised by bandits, I have narcolepsy, and I hate shirts.

It's more like jobs have a thing against me. I don't mind working. I was a commander in Pops' crew, and a captain, and I've been a hunter since I could walk and hold a knife. I just have a thing against city's idea of work. I can still fix up junk. That's how everyone eked a living in Trash Mountain. Fix up and repair old junk and sell it back to berks in the city. But it doesn't seem doable here.