When I was 15 I was helping my parents clean out this travel trailer we let one of my uncle live in while he got out of a rough spot and back on his feet. My uncle was a very quiet, sarcastic and rude guy who smoked and chewed tobacco and just looked like a weather beaten cowboy. I'll never forget opening the door and finding a trailer literally filled with thrash and clothing and empty bottles and cigarette ash and as my cousin brother and I started cleaning they lost interest and I was left alone. I got through most of the trash and found a bunch of books, turned out to be journals of depressing and obviously cathartic poetry and I also found a CD which I was so curious about it hid in my jacket and took home without telling anyone. Now everytime I see my uncle I think about that trailer and how I was able to see someone life from such a extreme perspective. And the CD? Well that's how I was introduced to Enya. Before I ever started going on the internet. That meme has a very dear place in my heart 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
