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13. September, 2010: So this is my life then. Woke up at seven as usual. Hit my head in the cupboard above my bed as usual. And tread on the sea of shoes in front of my bed as usual. Not that you could call it a bed of any sorts at all – just an old soggy, moldy mattress at the back of the trailer. Nothing new in this ol’ dump, eh? =P

Woah, got a bit carried away there n’ forgot to introduce myself. My name is Earl. And unlike my namesake who goes about redeeming his sins toward other people, I’m not much of a people person. Don’t really deal with anyone outside this trailer park. I’ve got 26 years of age and I live with my mom in the outskirts of Georgia. It has been like this for the last, say, 26 years of my life. Though I ain’t complainin’.

Right after I had mended the hole in my head for the 9001st time, I took out yesterday’s trash. Funny, they call us trash, too… White trash takin’ out the trash. Fine by me. Next, I headed for the same old cupboard that had wounded me – my biggest enemy right after them negroes who keep stumbling on my property. Kill them all, I say! Out of the cupboard I pulled a box of what I like to call “grub”. Ooh, the fine smell of Cheerios in the mornin’! Those have kept me going for – yep, you guessed it – 26 years. God, I wish the gas they cause wouldn’t smell so vile. Heh heh.

I like to think of myself as one of them luckier ones. I got a job at a gas station the other day. The other year, actually. I kinda like the place – it’s warm and welcoming, aside from the one or two daily negroes that come by with their Chevy vans. On the third day of work, one of them decided to play a “joke” on my expense by correcting the mistakes on an information page I stuck on the window. Geeze, I was just being helpful, that’s all. To prevent this from happening again, I finished a special English course. Though it’s not perfect, I think my grammar is much better than before. One day I’ll show them niggers what I’m made of.