Recently the property was sold out from under my home. So we moved. The circumstances around the sale are illegal and we are fighting it at the moment but it looks like the little guy is gonna get shitted on again (there's also alot of other shit circling this event that I will save for a bitchier day). So I am going to leave my previous landlords (they are married) a list in their box, and I will write another one for the editorials in the local newspaper. Tell me what you think.
Top Ten Fondest Memories of the trailer park:
10. Sliding around because the roads were never paved.
9. Listening to one of my neighbors/employee of the landlords attack a guy with a chainsaw while high on crack at 2:00am.
8. Reading the carefully worded police blotter about the incident the next day.
7. Getting my mailbox stolen by the managers and given a shitty one in it's place (I bought the mailbox from a store, it was mine).
6. Smelling weed drifting from a trailer while I was lawn mowing, under aged, over worked and underpaid by an unwritten contract with my landlords.
5. Taking my mailbox back as I drove out of the park for the last time.
4. My incompetant landlord trying planting a tree in my front yard busting a water main and watching the tree die anyway.
3. Seeing my landlords as the pieces of money grubbing, unconsciounable,slimely weasely shit they really are for the first time.
2. Knowing their kids will be raised that way.
1. Leaving that filthy sewaged blocked, ghetto ass, landfill piece of shit trailer park once and for all.
I may not live on the property anymore (even though they still managed to make me pay for another month) but I will always carry the memories.
Top Ten Fondest Memories of the trailer park:
10. Sliding around because the roads were never paved.
9. Listening to one of my neighbors/employee of the landlords attack a guy with a chainsaw while high on crack at 2:00am.
8. Reading the carefully worded police blotter about the incident the next day.
7. Getting my mailbox stolen by the managers and given a shitty one in it's place (I bought the mailbox from a store, it was mine).
6. Smelling weed drifting from a trailer while I was lawn mowing, under aged, over worked and underpaid by an unwritten contract with my landlords.
5. Taking my mailbox back as I drove out of the park for the last time.
4. My incompetant landlord trying planting a tree in my front yard busting a water main and watching the tree die anyway.
3. Seeing my landlords as the pieces of money grubbing, unconsciounable,slimely weasely shit they really are for the first time.
2. Knowing their kids will be raised that way.
1. Leaving that filthy sewaged blocked, ghetto ass, landfill piece of shit trailer park once and for all.
I may not live on the property anymore (even though they still managed to make me pay for another month) but I will always carry the memories.