The women here put on their makeup like rust-proofing.  Preschoolers toddle through the trailer park mud puddles, splashing and pimp-cussing.  Teenage girls in sweat pants and ratty NASCAR t-shirts smoke over parked strollers, hips set at a permanent baby-propping cant.  The afternoons oxidize like trailer tin.  Still, there are boyfriends, and emotions worth screaming over,...