How do you know when you live among white trash?
I’m from the East Coast, about 25 minutes west of Philadelphia. Drexel Hill to be specific.
Growing up wasn’t easy. My neighborhood was mostly Irish Catholic working class. When I wasn’t busy being bullied or having pennies thrown at me because I had a Jewish last name, I was tormented because I didn’t have a girlfriend, etc. Only in my neighborhood is it proper to walk around in a wife beater t-shirt and saggy pants while smoking a cigarette with your girlfriend by your side. If you see two people like that, they’re probably 13, and the girl is probably pregnant.
Where am I going with all this? Well, just sort of setting things up for the photo I’ve included. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when my sister, who has the good fortune of still living back in Drexel Hill,PA, sent me this photo. A neighbor down the street decided St. Patty’s Day was a great day to have a lawn display set up to celebrate this day of Irish Drunkenness. What the hell is St. Patty’s Day anyways?
I only WISH, I had a photo of the lawn display that was set up only a few days after 9-11. That marvelous wonder featured a dark skinned man of mid-eastern descent, WITH A TURBIN NO LESS, lying on his back. Standing above him majestically was a white man, dressed like a firefighter, holding an axe in mid air, about to take his revenge out on Mr. Abdulah Rahmajanandad. Enjoy.
