white trash dinner

so just how white trash is it that i bought last nights dinner at a gas station? the gas station down the street from my house, that is. that particular gas station houses the closest subway to us, and it seemed like a quick and healthy dinner.

it's days like that when i remember the first residence i lived in was a mobile home. space 164 across the street from the chino men's prison. i guess you can take the girl out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the girl.