Going to see a man about a dog, I found myself in a part of Phoenix that's even scuzzier than my own house. (Well, not scuzzier per se, but per inch - that is if we exclude my bathroom, those parts of my bedroom I don't sleep on, and that part of my kitchen I don't see when I've got my head in the refrigerator and I'm cryin' over spilt beer.)
Driving home, I stopped at a Burger King in this scuzzy neighborhood, and looking around at the other customers, I felt I had crashed the May 19th 'Have It Your Way' Trailer Park's "1st Anal ["anal" is how the edjucated trailer park residents write "yearly"] 48-Hours-Before-The-End-Of-The-World Judgment Day Bar-B-Q".
There I found some woman yakking on her cell phone in an
SB-1070 language while ignoring her little daughter who was running around the dining area and yapping like an Obedience School dropout. Then there was the old, grizzled George Carlin-wannabe who was taking orders from the crying kid in the stroller about where they should sit; the Black dude arguing with his Whopper (and actually losing the argument); and an assortment of characters who appeared to have escaped from 'Wicker Man Island' [link] or from the Woody Allen Nightmare Train [link] in 'Stardust Memories'.
And all I could think about was that great Todd Snider trailer trash song 'Doublewide Blues' :
'Doublewide Blues' - (6:08)
[The first 6 minutes and 8 seconds is the official town song of Hope, Arkansas - birthplace of Bill Clinton. The other 4+ minutes is just silence.]
More Fun With Trailer Trash:
['The Story of the Ballad of the Devil's Backbone Tavern' - performed in concert before a "live nude girl" audience, interpolated with the freakingly funny story about "Willie & Waylon And The Boys". If you've never heard this, then you . . . ain't never heard it. But it's funnier'n 'ell!]