Just gonna stop by and say I took this in direction it should not have gone......maybe I took something out of context than what was ment by the comment. I guess what bugged me was the fact that not matter the expence of the truck is it's not shame to live in trailer.
I lived in one for about 3 years after being divorced so maybe it was personal to me.....I don't know. I know I had a 69 SS396 Chevelle and a 67 Camaro parked in my car port and I drove an old 73 Chevy truck and another 69 Chevelle. Hell I had used car lot at the fWONking place. Thing is I don't think we should ever judge people on their home if it has wheels then so be it.
I dumped more money into a very big engine business while living in my trailer and it paid off. Like i said i guess it struck a nerve. People would have never guessed from seeing the business I had that I lived in a trailer.....you do what you must to make things happen.
Anyhow I have said enough.....and I am saying I am sorry to everyone that had to read this bullshit.
Don't think that we're some high-rollin holier than thou guys who hate on people just because. Like I said I lived in a trailer for 3 yrs in middle school, and then when I moved in with dad junior year of high school. Him and his wife and her kids had a new house, but there was no room for us. Me and my brother who was 2 years younger lived in a morgan building that was roughly 12' x 12' with two twin beds, a dresser, and a window unit. No insulation on the tin ceiling, so when you got home in the summer it was blistering hot and the winter was cold. Step mom was a real piece of work, we'd get home from school and while the other kids were driving their friends around in the car their parents bought them we sat in our building. Couldnt leave the house. Ate supper at 6pm, if you werent full, your problem. Took a shower right after that and went outside back into the morgan building.
We had no running water out there.....So in the am, everyone would be gone by the time we caught the bus to school, so we had to brush our teeth in the water faucet on the outside of the house. The door was locked when no one was home, we didnt have a key. IF, if we got lunch money, we'd sneak out at night, walk the mile to the local mobil1 station, and eat chips and coke because we were still hungry from dinner.
The yelling, the screaming, all the negative bullshit that dad let happen.....Then, after I graduated I left, that same night. a year later my bro moved out to my grandmothers house, where he took a bottle full of pills and it was just luck that grandma found him and saved him.
After we both moved out, dad finished the insulation, put a bigger window unit in, and made it into a small shop. It stays nice and cool for his Harley.
Now, I make more money, I drive nicer shit, and I live in a nicer home than my parents. So after reading that, do you think I'd judge someone?
