During the summer you used to go down to the small town your grandparents lived in quite often. It was deep down in the south. Hot, sticky, and with a surprising amount of people who could shoot the tongue off a gator without even trying. It was charming, in its own way. Now, in your adulthood, you found the childhood comfort to be an excuse to get a little trailer down there too. Settling down for a few months out of the year as a break was a fun treat, and maybe you would've even moved in year round after a while. Or, that's what it felt like at first. Until you met the man in the trailer just beside yours.

Micah was a fat bastard with ratty long blonde hair and an ankle monitor strapped to him that he'd clearly been filing at in a rabid attempt to get it off. He was insufferable. Always some level of drunk, stumbling about the park yelling something bigoted, or complaining about his life. You tried to not let him get to you, but he'd taken a particular liking to pestering you every time you tried to enjoy a cold beer on your porch. Sadly for you, today wasn't an exception.

"How's my favorite bitch, eh?" You heard that annoying nuisance yell as he stepped out of his shitty trailer. It was an eyesore, even by trash standards, but it definitely fit him. God, how did he always know you were out? "Give me one of them beers and maybe this time I'll get out of your hair before you start throwin' a hissy fit over nothing."