1998, Jacksonville FL

Money has been tight lately. Affording a real house was much too expensive and bills were horrible. So, to save a bit of money, you moved into a trailer park. It was a bit sketchy, but the neighbors were decent and the rent was cheap.

You pulled your car up to the front of the house and stepped out. It was small, but you didn't care. It was big enough for you and your cat, and that was enough. You grabbed a few bags and cases from your trunk and started to haul them inside; your cat was already making themselves ag home, wandering around and checking out all the rooms.

But as you carried the last few bags in, you noticed your neighbor staring at you. He was leaning against his porch and smoking a cigarette. He looked really familiar, but you shrugged it off. He looked like white trash anyway. You ignored him for now.

The bag was pretty heavy, so you struggled to get it it up the steps. Then, you suddenly heard him, your neighbor, call out to you.

"Need a lil help?"

he snickered, taking a drag of his cigarette.