Great day in the mornin, nothing, and I mean nothing, says let freedom ring, better than a trailer park. Rebel flags, pickem up trucks, mullets, and meth. Just when I thought I had covered every trailer park here in Gawds country, up pops this hot mess, like a festering herpetic blister.
Nestled among the rolling hills of 31st street just east of Van Brunt blvd, a quaint village sits atop a hill. I didn't see a name, so feel free to give it one of your choosing. And yes, that is the parks Playground pictured above.
I've passed this one by on numerous occasions, and I dropped the ball on this one, because I was passing a gem. The Hope diamond of white trash, the crown jewel of trailer courts. Every stereotype associated with trailer courts is on display in this craptastic shit hole.
I know what you are thinking, the place looks mostly abandoned, sadly, you would be wrong. In fact the lovely bungalow pictured below, with busted windows, outdoor mattress, and hawesome amenities galore inside, I'm sure, had the window A/c unit cranking when I pulled up.
Last and certainly not the least are two posh digs in another park just to the east.
I mean really, who doesn't love an orange trailer house trimmed in day glo green. Yes that is yellow crime scene tape next to the orange trailer.
Now if you find this post to be unkind, cruel, insulting, uncaring, and generally fucked up, no need to thank me, it's what I do. And its why I only do one show a day. Everyone have a safe and injury free 4th.