Meet Mary Scraggs

My name is Mary Scraggs. Or as most of my neighbors call me, Angelina Hole-y. They think it's funny to make fun of me because I have sex for money. But you would too if you had to live here in an old stinky trailer with no heat tied to the ground with a bunch of chains to keep it from blowing away. And why hasn't FEMA been called in here? Or a bunch of scientists? It ain't right for a place to be hit by tornadoes as often as this place is.

I bought a new electric skillet yesterday over at the dollar store. I seen Alison Johanson over there. Now you want to talk about a whore? Oh my god that girl gives it up to everyone and she don't even get no money for it. How I sees it is that whenever I have a boy over to my place he ought to give me a little something for his little something. And you know what I mean too.

And Alison drives a minivan. I mean what's that all about? She ain't got no kids. I'll bet she's got one of them air mattresses in the back. Anyway, I moved into Lofty Acres about 3 months ago and the people is real nice but you got to watch out from them scuzzwanglers that is selling the trailers cuz they tries to sell you more than what you wants and that ain't right. But the first trailer in Row B has some nice people living in it and they give me a couch. It's pretty stained up but I got me a blanket at the dollar store with a picture of Jerry Falwell on it and it's real soft.

I like to drink Jim Beam mixed in with my Dr. Pepper. But somebody has to bring the Beam cuz I ain't old enough to buy it yet. You ever eat them fried pickles they got up at the swap meet? Once me and Billy Carstairs stole like nine of them and then we ate them and threw up. But that might have been from the 12 pack of Red White and Blue we drank before that. I like Dr. Pepper without the Jim Beam too. I like to buy them big bottles and leave the cap off so it goes flat cuz I got something wrong with my stomach lately and I been getting fat around the belly. Sometimes I throw up in the mornings.