

I’ve probably posted about it here before, but I lived in more than one trailer park and once stayed the night at a friend’s trailer in a completely different trailer park. While outside, boys from the other side of the trailer park came over and started picking a fight with my friend’s side of the trailer park and then a pinecone war ensued.
I also lived in a very ghetto house that produced my fear of cockroaches. I can’t even. All kinds of stuff happened there, but most to the point, years after we moved out, there was a murder-suicide, then it got struck by lightning and mostly burned. I drove by as an adult and part of the tree in the yard had fallen on it. I guess it wasn’t all bad, maybe, if I think back. Nobody ever sees my basketball skills coming, for example.
Huh! That’s actually really cool and does give it a little more pizzazz.