everyone is scared of showing people who they are.
meeting the guy who lived in your parent's house before you at a bar. creepy. telling him that your mother cried before you moved into the house and how much of a shithole it was. priceless.
typical redneck story if you will, but if you didn't know already, the trailor that i grew up in was destroyed by a tornado. despite the damage, my parents slept in the trailor to keep crackheads from stealing our belongings until we could move. the insurance we had on our trailor fucked us over so i lived with various family members and finally, in a hotel. keep in mind, this was back in like 1993 and Hillsborough's selection of hotels was shitty to say the least. it was my hotel year. i was so ready to get out of our hotel living that even a house that made my mom cry was better than nothing at all.
i almost wanted to punch the guy in the face when he told me that he had fixed up that house. yeah right.
typical redneck story if you will, but if you didn't know already, the trailor that i grew up in was destroyed by a tornado. despite the damage, my parents slept in the trailor to keep crackheads from stealing our belongings until we could move. the insurance we had on our trailor fucked us over so i lived with various family members and finally, in a hotel. keep in mind, this was back in like 1993 and Hillsborough's selection of hotels was shitty to say the least. it was my hotel year. i was so ready to get out of our hotel living that even a house that made my mom cry was better than nothing at all.
i almost wanted to punch the guy in the face when he told me that he had fixed up that house. yeah right.