Post by Numbers Silverman on Aug 1, 2011 1:38:41 GMT -5
The sound of barking dogs, crying babies and families fighting fill this small run down trailer park. Beer bottles shuddered through out the dirt yard of a small five room trailer with a taped up door and two broken windows, along with a crying 7 year old.
Day one – The seventeenth of April.
Warm air flutters past his cheeks with each passing second. With the unpleasant smell of dog pee and vodka. Making his stomach churned. Beer bottles covered the floor; ash from cigarettes lay all over the table, along with dishes, and cups, and there was a lot of dust on the floor, and furniture. This was just the living room. Numb3ers Sighed heavily sitting down on the musky down small black sofa. “Gotta love the good life.” He said in a sarcastic voice.
Day one – The seventeenth of April.
Warm air flutters past his cheeks with each passing second. With the unpleasant smell of dog pee and vodka. Making his stomach churned. Beer bottles covered the floor; ash from cigarettes lay all over the table, along with dishes, and cups, and there was a lot of dust on the floor, and furniture. This was just the living room. Numb3ers Sighed heavily sitting down on the musky down small black sofa. “Gotta love the good life.” He said in a sarcastic voice.
