The Trailer Park

Pondering existence

Have a reason for being here

No one comes out of choice

Only Necessity

Burning with boredom

Broken dreams

Lost hopes

Love gone wrong

Hot bed of never ending excitement

A sense of connection

Our hopelessness or hopefulness

Binds us together

(19 July 1997)
The year I lived in The Trailer Park....

An organization is like a tree full of monkeys,...all on different limbs,... at different levels,...some climbing up.

The monkeys on the top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces.

The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.

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