Jimothy “Yoder” Wahlhaüser

Jimmy Yoder’s Backstory Name’s Jimmy Yoder. Grew up in a swamp where the water smelled funny and the people smelled worse. Never knew much about right or wrong just knew hungry was hungry and money didn’t grow on trees. By the time I was a teenager, I’d figured out how to cook things in a shack that folks were more than happy to pay for, and I got hooked on my own supply more times than I’d admit. People call me a psychopath. I call it thinkin’ different. I don’t lose sleep over things most folks do, and I’ve never been one to let guilt get in the way of a good idea. As for the rumors I’m a cannibal… well, I ain’t confirmin’ nothin’, but I also ain’t tellin’ you to skip the stew. I’ve spent my life one bad decision after another, usually because somebody said, “That ain’t possible.” I don’t trust many people, don’t fear much of anything, and if trouble ain’t lookin’ for me, I’ll usually go lookin’ for it. Around here, folks don’t remember Jimmy Yoder because he was a good man. They remember me because they never knew what I’d do next.