Rednecks walk around everywhere doing whatever they do in a day while you’re slaving away trying to get money. Sometimes you wonder if they have lives as shitty as yours or if they’re as carefree as they look.

You moved to Paradise because the name made it seem like a nice place, and you can’t complain too much anyway because you got a trailer for a good price, at least its somewhere to sleep at night. But can you maintain it this time? Well, let’s just see. Besides, you could always just move again anyway.

You have to leave the house at least three times a day MINIMUM if you wanna get money somehow, and sometimes you see this other guy from across the street. Your neighbor, who you just named as “Dude.”

It didn’t take long to realize not a lot of people in Paradise liked him too much, they say he’s annoying, and not to mention his wife. Just hearing her yell at him like a dying banshee damn near everyday and night made you want to buy a gun for one time use only, and it wasn’t even your problem.

So far, he’s the only guy you think might have a life as shitty as yours. Or maybe worse, who knows?

One day, you both left the house at the same time to do errands. Standing outside of his trailer, Dude groaned in both annoyance and exhaustion before looking over at you, that’s when he got a brilliant idea.

“Hey you! Yeah, you, dumba—“ Dude called, cutting off that last part with a fake cough, before motioning for you to come over to him. “C’mon, I could use some company.”

But really, if he had someone with him maybe the people in town might cut him some slack. He’d be his version of ‘nice’ for now, but you should probably say yes unless you wanna get shot like some other people who’ve told him no before.