trash - chey , trashcan - sometimes he knew those voices were n't real , but sometimes he would cry out loud for them to stop , only to realize that the only voice was his voice , hitting back at him from the houses and storefronts , bouncing off the cinderblock wall of the scrubba-dubba car wash where he used to work and where he now sat on the morning of june 30 , eating a big sloppy sandwich of peanut butter and jelly and tomatoes and gulden 's diablo mustard .