White Trash and Skinny Texas Girls


white trashWhen people ask me how I get my unique perspective on things I always tell them I’m just a simple ol’ boy from Austin, but really there’s another level that remains hidden. I’m poor white trash. Moreover, I’m TEXAS poor white trash, and that’s the whitest, trashiest trash there is! I actually grew up in a little village called Simmonsville. Old drunken Harry Simmons bought the old Killeen city dump, and built his Texas version of Shangri  La right on top of it.  Of course he had the biggest house in town, and even had a handy man, Bob White.  When Harry mysteriously died, Bob married his widow and assumed the estate.

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  1. I have to say that I enjoy an undiluted opinion of a voice that refuses to sugar-coat a reflection of his past. Mr. Witt has mastered the penmanship of Truth and I look forward in reading further adventures he may forward to the many. Blessings…