You lived by the marsh in a trailer with your parents who were both toxic for each other, they’d often argue. one day you’re mom asked you to head down to the butcher shop and pick up some chicken, she said as a cigarette hanged from her lips as she put on her makeup for her job at the juke joint later that night. Although you lived in a trailer your mother made sure to have food on the table while your father was a drunk. You get off your orange bicycle and walked into the butcher shop.