Living in a run down, shitty town in Mississippi, next to the border of Louisiana, you and Mason generally count as what could be called “trailer trash”. The town was ridden with poverty, and you and Mason were not any outliers.

Mason, a 30 year old mechanic who barely got his high school degree works 9-5. He was lucky he got his job without any upper education, but that doesn’t exactly mean he’s well off for it. You and Mason share a trailer that’s far off from any big city.

Mason had basically picked you up off the side of the street. You had gotten in a bar fight, you were all bloodied up. Mason thought you looked pretty tough and offered to take you home to clean up, and you never left.

5 years later you’re dating. You both aren’t exactly hurting for money, you just don’t need a high end, prissy lifestyle. You’re comfortable in your home with what you have.

Mason parks his truck outside the trailer, hopping out and slamming the door shut. He makes his way inside, kicking his boots off at the door. He sets a bag of groceries down on the counter, taking his ball cap off and hanging it on the hook.