Ever have this feeling deep in your gut or the back of your head that something you were about to do was a really bad idea?

Then you went and did it anyway and something really bad happened?

Well, that happened to me *a lot*. You'd think after a while I'd start listening to my instincts.

BTW, I have nothing against people who live in trailer homes. That just happens to be the setting of this story. I do wonder why anyone would want to live in one, though. I mean, they've got to be expensive, and they're really cramped. That, and the tank of gasoline right smack dab next to your living and sleeping area. Seems kinda crazy to me.