It's not a crime to clock in somewhere to earn a home, a living, food, clothes, uniforms, shoes to work in, and material belongings, but it does make you a target for every low-life alcoholic crack head and drug addict thieves in every city and town. No human deserves to work their entire life to have some scum of the earth come take it all.

In many tiny towns they're hard to avoid and just like roaches, they're hard to get rid of. Valerie lived among these slugs yet managed to stay to herself without the bad guys knowing she lived there for over twenty five years. She bought a metal box that had no floors, walls, furniture, appliances, bathrooms, electric, water, plumbing, sinks, or toilets. There was literally nothing in this box. Valerie thought, 'I can build a house from this metal box, I can do this.'

She didn't know she was living in the heart of a huge nest of alcoholic crack heads. They were nothing but drugged up thieving narcissists because all she ever did was go to work, come home to continue rehab on her house/trailer, sell some stuff on eBay, pay bills, and feed her daughter, Yellow (aka) Kaylow who was named after the Yellow Sac spider.

She knew a lot of good people in this town, but she never knew these thieving monsters existed...not yet anyways. Valerie had eyes everywhere. It seemed like she even had eyes in the back of her head. She'd stay up nights and most days watching every thing that was going on in this tiny town. None of these slugs knew she was watching all the thieving they were doing. Every time a new house was being built all the bushes, shrubbery and even light poles would come up missing. Nothing was safe that wasn't under lock and key. Well sorry, but that statement isn't completely true. Valerie had innocently loaned them bolt cutters and never got them back, eventually she knew what they were doing with them. Then they would sell it to another unsuspecting family.