Do you have any trailer trash in your family tree? "I'd hesitate to say 'trash' because they're all highly educated."

What separates trailer trash from folk who just happen to live in trailers, besides education? "Let's see... fashion or lack thereof, promiscuity--trashier people are going to have a lot more sex and go to church a lot less often. My whole family goes to church every Sunday."

Have you had much experience with true trailer trash? "I've had plenty of experience with rednecks, which is very close to the same species. I lived in a trailer for a little while when I was 18."

Was it a nice trailer? "It was in the middle of an orange grove just south of Tampa, Florida. It was pretty gross, actually. Me and my boyfriend lived in one trailer, and his brother, who was a coke dealer, lived in another."

I assume you're referring to cocaine. "Yeah. Beau, who was the brother--one day I was by myself, about 7 am, taking a shower, and I heard three loud gunshots. I pulled a towel around me and went outside. It was silent. Which is unusual--in an orange grove you can usually hear birds and rustlings. Then I heard another gunshot coming from behind Beau's trailer. I thought, okay, either the bigger dealers have come to kill us all, or it's the cops. So I go around the trailer and there's no dust or extra cars, so I walk back a little further and look into the metal tool shed that's behind the trailer. Beau is standing there, barefoot, shirtless, in a pair of boxer shorts, with a .45 in his hand. I'm like, He's lost his mind. I go, 'Beau, what's going on, man?' He replied, 'I came out here to get a hammer and that motherfucking yellow jacket tried to sting me.' I said, 'So you shot him?' And Beau said, 'Yeah, I shot the motherfucker!' That was when I decided to leave."