Who Are You, TrailerParkMan?

Yo, I'm Chris; older, tall, lanky guy, walks funny, bad teeth. I's born on the east coast, outside of boston, ma, to a rough 3rd generation irish catholic neighborhood, a suburban neighborhood where we sat in the gutter during the summer rainfall, playing in the water; the protestant family next door seemed to have nicer of everything than everyone else on the street but my Grandmother told us they ate babies in their basement so watch out...

I remember trees, 30, 40, 50 foot trees, a grape trellis in the backyard of the folks behind our house, the shanahans, the butlers, the huge-for-a-kid intersection of Lewis Ave and Franklin St., the stable 4 or 5 blocks away in Medford, over the Mystic River, where I used to ride; the Mystic where my uncle Fred brought me to, borrowed a dollar and got nasty drunk on the banks, talking about entropy and leaning into my face with his cigarette breath.

We were told in high school that the kids who went to the voc/tech school weren't told they'd go to college but we were, like it was a secret we didn't want to get out. I had to unfreeze the water pipes with a hair dryer cause we were on welfare when I was 13. No college here. I later dated a Harvard librarian. Sweet.