Welcome to Sunnyside Trailer Park - Home of the Southside Serpents. The dilapidated, graffiti covered sign read. The Southside and the Serpents, both were symbols of home sweet home. The trailer park was built like a series of afterthoughts. No real order as to how the crappy old singlewides were arranged. Every time someone else moved in they just parked it wherever they wanted it and stuck a mailbox by the front.
I had lived in Sunnyside sience I was born. My mom and pop had lived there even longer. And before that it had been granddad's, but he had died right after Jug was born so I never had a chance to see him. Not that I would have wanted to. What kind ofgrandfather dies from a combination of alcohol poisoning and drug overdose. Not the good kind. But the crap parent genes run deep on my dad's side. I haven't seen him in over six months 'cause mom was mad. Dad had been drunk 24/7 for one day too lon. She packed up herself and me, put us on a bus to Talose and said "good riddance you lousy drunk son of a bitch. I hope I never see you again in my life." And that was that.
The trailer looked just as crappy as it had when I left. Junk piled up with ratty old tarps half covering all of it. Beat up mailbox hanging on by a single rusted nail. The door sported dents and stains that she couldn't tell you how long they had been there. My stomach turned summersaults as I stood there. Inches away. She gathered her guts. Raised her hand. And knocked.