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Show.”</p><p id="d594">There was fighting and screaming and all sorts of carrying-on. The cops were out there all the time. My uncle and I felt out of place until the cops raided my trailer with guns drawn.</p><h2 id="eeee">If I moved it was all over</h2><p id="f9ff">My uncle was watching tv. I was asleep in my bedroom when he heard something outside, my uncle turned around. He was sitting on the sofa, two cops were outside the window with guns in their hands, one of those guns was a shotgun.</p><p id="caa5">A few minutes later, I woke up from a sound sleep with two cops with guns in their hands at the foot of my bed. I was too pissed to be scared.</p><h2 id="81cb">Everyone knew where the fugitives were, everyone but the Largo P.D</h2><p id="57d2">Neither uncle Richard nor I were the fugitives they were looking for, he lived in the trailer before us. The neighbors of course were outside watching the show.</p><p id="c164">In an odd sort of way, I felt like we had passed an initiation. I was part of the community, I even thought of getting a few tattoos, to seal the deal.</p><h2 id="6e33">The pool was fun, better than cable TV</h2><p id="16df">When we moved into the trailer, I was looking forward to using the pool and hot tub, I spent a lot of time there. I was single at the time, so I enjoyed the scenery, trashy as it was.</p><p id="badf">It wasn’t so bad if I ignored the stretch marks and facial tattoos.</p><h2 id="3a95">The Management left a lot to be desired</h2><p id="cfd4">I never understood the problem. I paid the rent in full and on time, but I was always getting notices on my door for one infraction or another.</p><p id="359f">All the trailers had flower beds, the groundskeepers would trim them

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and cut down the weeds. They stopped trimming the flower beds for some reason, I didn’t notice, until I received the notice on my door.</p><p id="a61d">I violated by having weeds in the flower bed. I cleaned it up, and I kept the weeds trimmed from then on. Why it wasn’t my responsibility in the first place, and why didn’t the Landlord give me a heads-up?</p><h2 id="8c55">I guess “shit happened”</h2><p id="a5b7">The funniest thing happened when I was asleep. Earlier in the week, the pipe going from the toilet to the septic tank broke in half. I had noticed the smell, and so did my uncle, but we didn’t associate the odor with our trailer.</p><p id="ded8">Our neighbor complained to the landlord, instead of talking to me. I hired a company to fix the problem. I ended up having the bathroom rebuilt.</p><p id="9212">While the renovations were going on, the water heater was outside the trailer. It was like that because the contractors were repairing the closet that held it.</p><h2 id="6faf">Two grown men yelling and cursing at each other</h2><p id="5c3d">The Trailerpark owner came by and gave my uncle hell for the violation of my lease. The two grown men were screaming and cursing at each other in my carport, and I slept through it.</p><p id="88d6">I received another nasty letter. The water heater stayed outside until the repairs were finished. The contractors did a lousy job, they tore up the trailer, but at least we were able to use our bathroom again.</p><h2 id="ed35">Final thought:</h2><p id="5b62">Trailer parks are a necessary thing. They provide poor people who would not have another way to own a home an opportunity to own one.</p><p id="c1ea">It’s too bad that they can be so trashy.</p></article></body>

I lived with Family my Whole Life

Then I moved to a crazy trailer park

It was me, my dad and my mom’s brother, my uncle Richard. We were a happy family until my dad passed away from Metastizised Lung Cancer.

Before his death, my dad made me promise to sell the house because he knew I couldn’t afford it on a security guard’s pay. I sold the house and me and uncle Richard moved into a trailer I had put a deposit on soon after my dad died.

People different than you and I

I had heard talk about trailer parks and “ trailer trash,” my whole life; but I never gave them much thought. I soon found out all the stories were true.

I had a few requirements when I sold my dad’s house, I wanted a roof over my head, and I wanted access to a swimming pool. The trailer’s roof didn’t leak, and the trailer park had two pools.

Sitting in my trailer with the tv off was quite amusing

The first thing I noticed after we were settled in. Everyone knows everyone else’s business in a trailer park. It wasn’t uncommon for a couple to bring their fight into the carport or the street. It was almost as good as watching “ The Jerry Springer Show.”

There was fighting and screaming and all sorts of carrying-on. The cops were out there all the time. My uncle and I felt out of place until the cops raided my trailer with guns drawn.

If I moved it was all over

My uncle was watching tv. I was asleep in my bedroom when he heard something outside, my uncle turned around. He was sitting on the sofa, two cops were outside the window with guns in their hands, one of those guns was a shotgun.

A few minutes later, I woke up from a sound sleep with two cops with guns in their hands at the foot of my bed. I was too pissed to be scared.

Everyone knew where the fugitives were, everyone but the Largo P.D

Neither uncle Richard nor I were the fugitives they were looking for, he lived in the trailer before us. The neighbors of course were outside watching the show.

In an odd sort of way, I felt like we had passed an initiation. I was part of the community, I even thought of getting a few tattoos, to seal the deal.

The pool was fun, better than cable TV

When we moved into the trailer, I was looking forward to using the pool and hot tub, I spent a lot of time there. I was single at the time, so I enjoyed the scenery, trashy as it was.

It wasn’t so bad if I ignored the stretch marks and facial tattoos.

The Management left a lot to be desired

I never understood the problem. I paid the rent in full and on time, but I was always getting notices on my door for one infraction or another.

All the trailers had flower beds, the groundskeepers would trim them and cut down the weeds. They stopped trimming the flower beds for some reason, I didn’t notice, until I received the notice on my door.

I violated by having weeds in the flower bed. I cleaned it up, and I kept the weeds trimmed from then on. Why it wasn’t my responsibility in the first place, and why didn’t the Landlord give me a heads-up?

I guess “shit happened”

The funniest thing happened when I was asleep. Earlier in the week, the pipe going from the toilet to the septic tank broke in half. I had noticed the smell, and so did my uncle, but we didn’t associate the odor with our trailer.

Our neighbor complained to the landlord, instead of talking to me. I hired a company to fix the problem. I ended up having the bathroom rebuilt.

While the renovations were going on, the water heater was outside the trailer. It was like that because the contractors were repairing the closet that held it.

Two grown men yelling and cursing at each other

The Trailerpark owner came by and gave my uncle hell for the violation of my lease. The two grown men were screaming and cursing at each other in my carport, and I slept through it.

I received another nasty letter. The water heater stayed outside until the repairs were finished. The contractors did a lousy job, they tore up the trailer, but at least we were able to use our bathroom again.

Final thought:

Trailer parks are a necessary thing. They provide poor people who would not have another way to own a home an opportunity to own one.

It’s too bad that they can be so trashy.