I have to relax them one by one before I can set it down on the kitchen counter and move deeper into the house. ‘House’. Trailer. Whatever. My shithead father, as his last act before abandoning this family for good, scavenged up two half-rotten double-wides, cut out the usable parts and basically glued them together. So the layout doesn’t make any sense, and it looks like Frankenstein fucked a Winnebago and this is their spawn, but it’s better than nothing.
