Trailer Trash Treats
A couple years ago I had an accident that left me semi disabled and prime to receive a check for the rest of my life, just not one that would allow me to live comfortably. The looming threat of residence loss fueled my searching frenzy for affordable housing. In time, I found a place on a street named after me, Dallas, but sadly it was a seedy trailer park. At first, I just sat in the singlewide combing through ads in search of work, but soon I felt restless and pinned in behind these thin compressed walls. I begun to hang out on my new covered porch, enjoy the bustling community in the park from afar. that’s when I met Janice. She was struggling to get her baby carrier into her house while carrying a …