All the news, that is the news. Trailerhood style.

I felt it probably time, to give life to a few words for the blog. Trailer Park Life, has slowed somewhat. Quieter now. YouTube Boy, is spending his days in a lockup, awaiting his 18th birthday. We never did get a final report on the bug in his ear. So it’s up in the air, whether it vacated the ear, or died of starvation in the sparsely packed cranial cavity beyond the ear canal.

I can’t think of a more matched pair.

YouTube Mom, just finished a 48-hour stint in the psych ward I hear. I think there must be some friction, between her and her girlfriend she was supposed to be marrying. Strange, I can’t think of a more matched pair though, after bumping into them both. Check out How much weirdness, can one weekend hold. (Trailer Park Life) if you haven’t ever read it.

Popeye, is still strutting around maintaining things. I thought she was gone, but I looked up from the desk yesterday, and she was striding along, rigid spine, arms slightly bent at the elbows and held out slightly, like the stance of a Bulldog. Johnny Reb is still around, somewhere on the back street, confederate flag and all. His other camper, still sits empty, perhaps testament to another failed romance in the trailerhood.

Two recent pieces of news.
Apparently, I am still seen as the high-priest of a cult.
We finally paid off this abode. Now, if I can keep it from falling apart, and I get rich soon, we’ll move it, or sell it.

That’s it for tonight. “The moving finger writes, and having written moves on.” Comments always welcome.

Trailerhood News (Shallow gene pools)

Cash Only, Please!

We were contacted regarding a Sugar Glider we had for sale. Michelle had been communicating with her by text all day. Seems no one uses a phone for voice anymore. At one point, after desperately trying to talk Michelle into dropping the price by half. The woman asked Michelle if she would hold the Glider for a week. When she got a negative response, the woman asked Michelle if she would take some Cealis (that her husband gets from the VA) as partial payment. When told we don’t deal in drugs, and accept cash or PayPal only, she contacted (texted) again. “You’re not a Cop, are you”? It would seem, the gene pool is getting shallower every day. Or too many episodes of “Breaking Bad” in her life.

Trailerhood moving to light speed.

We have been blessed with pretty reliable speed from Charter Cable. 100mbps download, 12mbps upload. It seems our Electrical Coop is getting into the ISP business. They are building a 400-mile Fiber Optic system for the first stage. They offer twice the speed (200mbps) for $10 less than the cable company, You can get Gigabit level for $99 a month. I may give it a whirl. I don’t need more speed, but I can always enjoy saving $10.

Have a great rest of the week everyone. Comments always welcome.

Trailerhood Tales: Adios, YouTube Boy.

Many of you will remember YouTube boy, it seems he’s been in lockup for quite a while now. I really don’t foresee him getting out any time soon. My bet, he will probably go straight from juvenile detention to prison. Maybe that bug in his ear, did dine on a few synapses. Truly, a sad case. Listening to his history the past few months, it appears it started some years ago. The schools decided he was emotionally disturbed. After much coaching, he was convinced he was disturbed, placed on medication many medications, as many as 9 a day.

Of course his environment at home contributed to the conditioning he finally accepted. Instead of treating the behavior, they created a persona for him, which when combined with mood altering psychotropics, more than exacerbated the behavioral problem.

With No Child Left Behind laws/regulations, the school and family were restricted in disciplinary measures. Nothing was done even after his threatening the school, stealing his father’s gun, and being found at school with a razor in his possession. To combat his behavior, the school set up classes in skateboarding, with a couple other students that were disciplinary problems. He has been rewarded, not corrected. Conditioned that it is okay to have outburst, “because he blacks out, gets upset, or melts down”. All terms fostered by the school and reinforced by the family, to excuse his bad behavior. The only way, after multiple interaction with law enforcement, that he was finally put somewhere, is when he assaulted his elderly father in front of the responding officers. So you may not hear more of YouTube Boy. An example of today’s mental health support.

It saddens me, that a young mind with simple problems, crying out for help, was just pushed into a cubicle of the system, until he was no longer a burden of that crippled system. Good luck YouTube Boy, may you one day find your footing. -Ron

Comments always welcome,

News from the Trailerhood. (Yes, not a real word.)

Catching up on news around the Trailerhood.

“Johnny Reb” named for his Flag, and rebel attitude, was relegated to the back street with his flag and camper some time ago. You may remember him from several posts. Suddenly they drag his camper back up to the front lot again. By dragging, I mean that literally. It has 2 axles under it. Of the 4 wheels, two of them were flat on one side. Nothing but rims mostly. It gouged a track the entire way. It has sat there for 2 months now, empty. There was rumor, he was going to allow some girl to use it. Perhaps that romance fell through. Johnny Reb, is not a people person. However, he did win the Trailer Park Award in 2017. He missed nomination last year.

The South shall rise again?

I thought I had seen the depths of true cheapskates. That was before moving here. This past weekend, the former maintenance man was out back cleaning the septic tank once again. The new manager/owner was calling around checking to see if anyone was using too much water, causing the tank to overfill. There was water coming up in a lady’s yard near the septic tank location.

Too much book-learning.

A great old man once told me, there are those in this world that have more book-learning, than common sense. That, would be our fearless leader. Water seeping up through the ground, that has no odor, is not (in my experience) from a septic tank. Especially, when there has been a water-main leak in that same area (within 10 feet) 4 months ago, that was supposedly fixed. I’ll leave you with this replay of the maintenance man making his $60 on the side, by cleaning it out with a shovel. The video is from 2 years ago, but you get the picture. No pun intended.

Septic Tank Maintenance, Southern Style

Now I must go, and try to recover from the camping trip this weekend. I have mental images, that I wish could be unseen, but they are forever burned into my Psyche.

Comments welcome,