No one knows the origins of Thaddeus, as much equal part gypsy as drifter, only the cries of wide eyed single mothers and lonely barmaids are graced in his wake. His perpetual connotation towards life lead some to often whisper tales and sing sonnets in his after glow. He once breathed in the last breath of a dying monk only to realize that he had witnessed nirvana, passing out during the act and being woken to the sounds of two idiots, dragging him gleefully toward a table with microphones set up. Since that day, he has become utterly enthralled and pacified by the tales of blunder and cheer. He now makes his humble home in a trailer park, whilst awaiting the next grand tale of Sober Sal and Just Dan.