Trailer/Park/Tantra
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Your life is recycled: the carpet dragged from a trash dumpster, the secondhand television, the bookcases and dressers and chairs from either thrift stores or dead relatives, the porn video flickering across the screen a dub. Your father’s friend works at a video store and, although he recommends beta max, he will make copies of porn on VHS for your father’s private stash.
You are twelve years old, and home for the day with an illness when you discover the video, pop it in. This is a new one, filled with surrealism, although it will be years before you even know what surrealism is. Characters change racial identity, settings are detached from any discernible reality, conversations are prodded continuously down an antagonistic path by abstract logic that leaves you
