Sandwood Trailer Park is a trailer park in all the right ways except the one way in which it is completely, unsettlingly not. Sparkling white mobile homes are spaced out among patchy wheat-colored grass. Flags fly high, all kinds of flags, American flags, confederate flags, a Christmas flag that’s two months past irrelevancy. A Dallas Cowboys flag floats so proudly Mulder wants to tear it down and burn it. A windchime sings a pretty song that beckons you forward. You cannot tell which home has the windchime. This is the purpose of windchimes.
Now, Mulder and Scully have been to many a trailer park – it apparently comes with the territory. Mulder says poor people are more honest. Scully asserts they lack access to adequate mental health services. Both of them admit, in their heads alone, that the answer lies somewhere in the middle. Digressing. They know a thing or two about trailer parks, anyway, more than you would (if you do not live in a trailer park, and possibly even still), and so they know that something is wrong.
In all trailer parks you will find at least one person standing outside. Mowing their yard, listening to the radio, selling bibles door to door and never celebrating their birthday. Sometimes there is a kickball game, or a fight. But there are always gravel pathways with a decorative stone in the middle reading Faith, or Love, or Welcome Home, and there are always pick up trucks, and there are always, always people.
Today everyone chooses to remain indoors. The silence is unbearable.
Mulder stares at Scully. Scully stares at Mulder. Perhaps they do this for a bit too long. A yellow fly bites one of them and that person hides their pain remarkably well. Together they walk down a bleachy white driveway covered in grimacing porcelain frogs and Mulder glues himself to Scully’s back when she knocks on the door. She is wearing Mulder’s sunglasses. Mulder will snatch them off her face sometime a bit later.
The man who answers is taller than Mulder and has a face you can trust. Just trust him, okay? He has a beard. He loves his mother. Everything smells like marijuana. He stares at them mildly from behind the torn up screen door and Scully tries a pleasant smile.
“Hello sir, my name is Dana–”
The man interrupts her with a voice like pure honey you can borrow from the old lady next door. It is very thick. It takes the two of them a moment to decipher what the hell he’s saying, but they get it. Eventually.
June 26, 1992 was the evening I took these pictures of the Rollins Band at Trees in Deep Ellum, Dallas, TX. I was never a huge fan of any Rollins Band LP other than Lifetime. After begrudgingly going to this show I was a fan of the Rollins Band without fail. Say what you like about ole Henry but live he and the band never disappoint. The Toadies from Fort Worth opened the show and played their usually great set.
“It was really interesting playing a character who feels so at home in a corporate look, and, heels and being put together, and to go out into the jungle and then become disheveled and unhinged. Then ultimately in that state, in her more animalistic state, embrace her true femininity. I’m really glad that we kept the heels on the entire time because it felt strong to me.” – Bryce Dallas Howard
The Dallas shooting was clearly a false flag attack....
First the media, law enforcement and several witnesses claim they heard multiple gun shots from multiple elevated positions. Now today they claim that this man in the photo (Micah Xavier Johnson) was the lone attacker BULLSHIT!!!!! Here’s a video of him (supposedly) killing a police officer…….but yesterday they claim everyone who was shot was hit at long range. How the hell did one man shoot from multiple elevated positions than somehow got to ground level to kill some more. Clearly this was a staged shooting by corrupt elements of our own government than blamed it on this now dead black man. Also reports now say the police killed him with a vehicle drone you cannot make this shit up lmao. Do not believe this shit.
Can you make an imagine where you go to six flags with the magcon fam. And you get scared on some rides and Cameron protects or holds your hand through it. But they’re just fiends.
Today I was going to six flags with the magcon boys. Honestly, I was terrified of rollar costers, but they all wanted me to come. Especially Cameron. Me and him have been very good friends since we were in 9th grade. We stood up for each other and were always together. He was always protecting me and getting jealous and stuff. People always think that we’re dating because of how we treat other, but really I couldn’t see Cameron as anything more than a friend. I mean, he’s Cameron.