Its a true story but sounds more like something

finds his parents standing in front a trailer after randomly searching for "LaLaLand." He didn't even know it was a real place! He wrote down the address and

"LaLaLand or bust" on a cardboard sign & hitched a ride with a hippy named Chaco in his psychedelically decorated VW bus. He had a few questions to ask his old folks!

When they arrived, he entered his parents' house. Would they heal the wounds they'd left in his heart? "Ma? Pa?" he said to the empty hallway, hoping that they would be

home, but his parents had been gone long ago. A forlorn hobo emerged from the hall closet, confirming his worst fears. "I'll be your Daddy," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"No, literally, I'll be your Daddy." The boy stumbles backwards. The hobo continues: "My son never loved me... is it so bad, boy? I just want to take you fishing." The hobo reaches

for the boy but his mother slaps the hobo's face. The angry red-haired mother pulls her boy behind her skirt. The hobo's chance for human contact has been destroyed. He reaches

the third plateau of human misery later that day when a stray dog beats him to the crust bag from Mr. Perriwig's Delicatessen. The hobo reaches the fourth plateau

of human misery when an old bag with a handbag filled with coins beats him senseless when he asks for change so he can buy half of a sandwich. The hobo reaches the fifth plateau of

the hermetic street school, when all of a sudden, it hits him. The bag was a bag within a bag, stitched together with fading hymns on crusty archival paper. Inside, a sandwich.