FRIDAY!  We're talkin' weekend here!  We're sorry about the missing posts earlier this week but it's not our fault (we're victims!).  Here's how it works at the trailer park.  There's one main cable line and one main phone line that both come in the back by the dumpster.  From there the wires go to this funny looking gray box (with gang tagging on it!) mounted on the wall of the community room.  Individual trailers are fed from that box and that's where we tapped into the cable to get free HBO and the Playboy Channel (who needs a 24 hour weather channel - why not just look out the window?).  Our internet connection is from that box as well.

Anyway, it's not like you need an f'ing electrical engineering degree to hook this stuff up.  We actually paid KimmeTerra's 8 year old kid from space #28 (when he was here on a county supervised visit with his purported dad - who is also KimmeTerra's step dad's son, just sayin') to wire it all up for us.  It's worked great for years, but who knew that some a__hole here in the park would actually call the company to get ESPN High Def added to their cable?  Damn NASCAR freak!  Well, as you can imagine, the minimum wage clown from Time Warner discovered our (and everyone else's) hookup and that's when the shouting began.

Mistake number one (and also a good life lesson):  Never, and we mean NEVER, start a fight and make threats (especially about "Felony Cable Theft") in a trailer park if you are alone and unarmed.  Let's just say that "Joe the Cable Guy" (his twin brother is a plumber by the way) now has Jesus in his life.  A couple of doberman and a few random pistol shots later and he was spraying gravel everywhere trying to get his attractively painted minivan out of the trailer park with his butt in it!  What we didn't know is that his partner disconnected the main line from the pole over in the RanchMart parking lot before it even comes in by the dumpster.  Sooooo, we've had to wait for KimmeTerra's kid to show up again (and distract his social worker) so he could climb the pole to get everything back running.  We know this was long involved story, but our night school educated Public Defender always says that if we provide allot of details the jury is more likely to believe us - it's worked so far... 

      
Joe arrived within the promised noon to 5pm window!            How he figured out we'd tapped in we'll never know!

      
Joe's anal retentive partner unhooked us at the pole!        A__holes - and they don't carry the NFL Network either!