White Trash Is So Cliché

I love my house (even if I have skunks living in my yard), my neighborhood and my city. But what I don’t like about my the 3 above mention places is how my white trash neighbor mad dogs me when I walk to my car, walk my dog or drive by.
We all know your a bad ass… we get it, trust me we are all constantly reminded of it. As if the blaring Avange Sevenfold at 3am as you come home, the over sized “Skin Industries” sticker on your raised truck and fighting people wasn’t enough. We all turn a blind eye to the trash that you leave in the street when cleaning out your car or how you park your car on your lawn or how you drink beer in a wife beater and boxers sitting in a plastic chair in the drive way. And I’m really not looking forward to your backyard firework show. Last year not only were fireworks shot over my house they were shot across my yard exploding chest high off the ground.
So back to the original story. I’m walking to my car this afternoon and he’s standing at the end of his driveway smoking a cig, wearing pressed Ben Davis from head to toe (so cliché) and just staring at me. His 19 or 20 year old girlfriend is walking waddling down the sidewalk in a tank top and boxers and trying to balance a baby in a car seat while talking on a cell phone. Behind her is another baby running around (again next to the street). The entire time hes just smoking… I guess showing the neighbors who boss takes precedence over helping your bitch and kids into the car safely.
The sliver lining to this story is that they are renting and I just found out this week that they are moving out soon! I plan on throwing a White Trash Party with plenty of Pabst Blue Ribbon, beans and hot dogs. All food will be eating while playing the latest NASCAR race on the TV.

