At the moment I do not live in a trailer park, and it has been many years since I was ripped away from the comfort of the 9 x 40 where i spent my first few formative years. Over the years I have become friends with many a trailer park resident. Weird friends. My wife says I attract them. I love them though, I really do. I love weird people. I have had more weirdo friends than I can keep track of. Goths, Trekkies (I am talking dress up as a Klingon speak the language fluently Trekkies), D&D dungeon masters, Amway salesmen, manic-depressives, meth-heads, Pokemon masters, and many many more. I have pondered why these people cross my path (seeing as I do not live in a trailer park) and inevitably connect themselves in some way to my life. I like to think it is my non-judgmental and accepting nature, but I think the real reason is this: I am just plain fascinated by their oddness. I truly cannot get enough of it. I sit enraptured as I am regaled with stories of level 50 paladins, how episode 44 of the original Star Trek is in direct conflict with episode 103 of Deep Space Nine, and how I will make hundreds of thousands of dollars by getting all my friends to sell Amway for me. So make yourself a trailer park friend. They will be you friend forever (really, you can't get rid of them) and your life will be better for it.
