I grew up in a very small town in Northern New York. I worked many odd jobs to pay for school/rent during this period of my life, and met the most specifically strange people in the most peculiar of places. As I got older, I started to compile these interactions into short stories. It was strange; I was obsessed. Somehow, these characters became unexplainably linked with myself and my childhood. When I thought of home, I thought of them. It seemed vital that I tell everyone I could about these people, about my home. So - "Trash Day" was made.