Who am I? Nobody really, just a normal eleven year old. Kinda skinny I reckon, long slim face and dark hair. I don’t like my hair, or my nose, never have. My hair has a mind of it’s own and I think my nose looks to big for my face. I live with my ma in an old trailer a bit from my papaw’s house. The old man’s been gone for a while now. I reckon the pressure got to him so he took off a while back. That’s all I want to say about that for the time being.
The trailer sits on the far corner of my papaw’s land. The old girl has a mind of her own and it’s all ma and I can do to keep her a going. If the pipes ain’t leaking the outlets might quit working on which ever side she chooses. And there’s always the furnace, it’s alive I tell ya, and has a mind of it’s own. For the most part I got her figured out, but every winter the two of us are locked in an epic battle of wits, neither one willing to admit defeat.
Papaw works on big trucks in a large garage behind his house. It’more or less the local hang out, but that’s not where he makes his real money. Folks for miles around know him as “the” source for home-made whiskey. Let me tell ya some thing, this cat makes the best hooch in the state, it’s a tradition in our family, past down from generation to generation. That little fact (as you’re gonna find out) is destined to bring me no end of hard-ships. He’s my pa’s old man and I reckon he lets us stay here outta pity or something like that. He can be kinda hard to deal with but I’ll get into the reasons for that a bit later on. Ma say’s we’re gonna get outta there some day, but for the time being I don’t see that happening.
I ain’t got much in the friends department other than the guys I’ve mentioned. Cain’t say that I’ve got much of an interest in sports either. Matter of fact, I generally do my best to avoid those jocks at any cost. It’s not that I haven’t tried because I have, Lord knows I have. The end result of such an endeavor usually leaves me with some manner of personal injury or mental trauma. In other words; jocks are to be avoided at all costs. Trust me on this one, I know from experience.
Remember that hooch thing, yea that’s what got this entire mess started. It seems one of those “jocks” got word of my family’s little side business and figured he’d found himself and his buddies a ready supply. The resulting series of events would prove to change our lives in ways I’d never have dreamed of.
Spoiler alert; we all survive our first mystery. We figured out friends can come from the most unexpected of places. True friends always and I mean always got your back. It’s not just the old folks who have the best advise. Every body has a secret. And most important of all; no matter where you live or who you are, you’re a lot stronger than you may realize. Life is full of wonder with no end and The Tin Cup Clan is gonna find it.