Celebrating My White Trash Heritage

[catelin]

I had a yard sale today. Nothing peculiar about that; they're fairly common around these parts. The peculiar part is that my tooth chipped yesterday while eating at Dairy Queen. It was nothing related to the food---it had to do with an old tooth trying to hang on to an equally old and sizeable filling. So here I was...sitting in my lawn chair in a pair of cutoffs, a wife beater that accentuates the fact I nursed one too many kids, my old sweaty cowboy hat, boots and a pair of cheap sunglasses. I had the radio blaring, a cold Shiner in hand, and a big wad of dollar bills in my pocket. I sat there worrying the missing back tooth with my tongue, thinking how perfect it all was. All the speed freaks here at the lake would have been so proud.

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[catelin.livejournal.com]

They're the old style ribbed tank undershirts our grandpas used to wear. When I was a kid we called them "cholo" tees (an equally politically incorrect term) because all the cute lowrider boys wore them.