Trailer park trash

Cigarettes

Mama always smoked. Said it was good for you, that was until the people on the television said it wasn't, but mama swore it helped her lungs. It stained the walls of the house and made everything smell but mama swore it was good. Daddy used to smoke too. But he got tired of the smell. And when he got tired of the smell he got tired of mama. And mama got tired of him. He went to live with this girl named Julie. She used to come over when mama went to the store. Her and daddy would stay locked in mamas room for 15 minutes then Julie would leave. She always had her clothes messed up when she was gone. I didn't understand it until I was bout' twelve. When mama got drunk, or I guess drunker then usual, and told me everything. She never said Julie when she talked about her. She'd just say "that whore your father ran off with". I think mama missed daddy. She acted like she hated him but the second we lost electricity or water she'd try to get him back. Mama worked a lot. She worked at Smokey's diner during the week. And sometimes at Lenny's bar. And on special nights, as she called them, some man would come over and pay her a lot of money and go to her room. Mama would take me to dinner when that happened. Of course before that happened mama did make me clean Ashes. I hated cleaning ashes but if I didn't do it mama would burn me so I had to. Even though I'm now 20 I still have those burn marks. All those times mama shoved a cigarette into my arm. All the times I had to pick hot chunks of ash off the floor. All the times daddy broke ash trays when he threw them at mama. Cigarettes are terrible. And yet mama smoked, daddy smoked, and I smoke