Are you fuckin kiddin me

What?! he was irritated Does this make a difference?

It makes a difference

People gotta live.

They do I lived in a trailer on twenty acres in Montana I had no neighbours I could tolerate the trailer Cant . . 

. . You makin’ jud . .

. . No Im makin a call a choice

Judgment.

Pull the car over Ill walk back into town

Just like that?

Just like that

Where you gonna spend the night?

Not here 

Thas . . that’s a pretty severe jud . . 

. . Careful

Ah, a pretty severe . . choice.

Trailer parks an I dont get along Ive gone in innocently an all hells broken loose Third time was a fuckin charm a tornado Killed a dozenfifteen people I made a ditch face down heard it screaming as it passed over me

Man, it’s a clear night.

You miss I said third time   Stop  Ill walk back Like you said its a clear night The walk will do me goodclear my head 

Alright, man. he pulled over they were about halfway into the bowels of the trailer park Tell them, if you’re asked, you were at Nelson’s, Number 34B.

Poor girl

Huh?

Nothing I like to humour myself

You’re sure?

I am Dont mistake please that I dont appreciate the offer to spend the night Didnt imagine Thats on me

Cool, man.

Thanks

he got out of the car and began walking up the gravel road his shadow was cast in the cars red brakelights  probably was stalling to see if he didnt change his mind  he wasnt changing a vow

he watched his breath move in the winter air

there were brushes of dirty snow against shabby pottery that may have held flowers or plants once upon a time

beyond a row of trailers yellow lamps lights blue television lights bled from aluminumframed windows through thin drapes stood a broken line of tall denuded trees  a windbreak

he sidestepped puddles and holes of broken ice and dark water

the wind picked up and fell

when it relaxed he heard music or television programmes or conversations through the trailers thin skins

up on the left a doublewide was loud  music  voices  windows open to cool the contents

some of the contents spilled out onto a broad stained redwood deck  people smoking drinking wine  drunk  loud 

closer up he recognised that they were all men

HEY! someone on the deck called to him WANNA PARTY!

NO THANKS

NAH. WE DON’T TAKE NO FROM A BROTHER.

I aint your brother

as he walked by through the gaping sliding glass door off the porch he saw men pawing each other saw men sucking cocks                     

               party

HEY!

he walked right by muttering Fuckin trailer parks he was sure he saw unspooled flypaper tape hanging down into the livingroom

             aint been flies for at least a month

HEY!

the HEY better stay right where it is

HEY!

Fuck  footsteps closing  he might have to hurt someone

HEY!  close

Nelson 34B  Go back to your shindig  I prefer not to hurt anyone

JUST WANNA TALK. YA LOOK INNARESTIN.

Im not

HEY!  at least he quit following

maybe he got it

no more HEYs

he walked past the trailer marquee left onto the shoulder of the rural highway place was called ROLL INN encapsulated a rounded redpainted metal sign in script beneath it an upside down trapezoid matching red metal TRAILER with COURT beneath it both signs were once lighted by bulbs  the socket were big black holes now 

too bad

once upon a time

in its prime

             but that would have been before the first of his three misadventures

he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets to keep them warmer

maybe hed entertain himself with those stories as he walked

few miles ahead viewed off a rise in the road city lights twinkled

seems

         always other stories are waiting

2349,  Twosday,  18  12. 18

1304,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  24  6. 20

Supertramp  Take the Long Way Home  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7btmeE8Ewa8