Notes From the Trailer Park

Well, I had planned to post a biting letter to Daddy Carpetbucks under such a clever title as this.  I wrote it in a Word doc on my desktop.  It contained all of the scorn and sarcasm any one person could ever think they would have.  (Yes, I know that sarcasm is anger’s ugly cousin, but if it weren’t for sarcasm, I’d have no humor- if that is what you call it- at all.)

Then, my conscience kicked in and I decided that my anger would be better utilized if funneled into more productive and socially acceptable activities, like lifting weights until veins pop out of my head.