The show is over.

The roguish, dysfunctional, foul-mouthed boyz of Sunnyvale Trailer Park will be no more.

And it doesn’t seem right, somehow.

For anyone unfamiliar with Trailer Park Boys, the show is a collision of concepts: Think the Spinal Tap mockumentary, the US show My Name is Earl and the Burt Reynolds slapstick flick Cannonball Run – and you’re getting close.

The show ran on Showcase TV for almost a decade. Not sure why it was cancelled.

TPBs depicts the life and times of a bunch of bad-ass boys living in a trailer park in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. They are petty-criminals and low-functioning misfits from broken families. They have drug and alcohol problems. They can’t keep jobs. And they swear like troopers.

Ricky – the emotional one – lives in a car half the time, a car with only one door. Julian – the rational one – always has a rum and coke in his hand and scheme up his sleeve. And  sweet-hearted Bubbles – the heart and soul – wears coke-bottle eye glasses and acts as the conscience of the crowd.

Throw in a drunken trailer park supervisor, a cast of other oddlings and a decidedly British sensibility of humour, and you have the Trailer Park Boys phenomenon.

Some people think that Trailer Park Boys is a satire or exaggeration. It is not.

I grew up in the Dartmouth, the town in which this show takes place, and trust me, these people exist. I knew and hung out with them in Graham’s Grove Park and in the lounge or lobby of the Dartmouth Inn (when I was 15 and well below drinking age!) We were all from broken and troubled families. We found safe haven in our gang of misfits.

Perhaps that is why I’ve never been able to embrace the usual middle class mores and norms. I like being on the outside. That’s why I loved this show.

I will miss Ricky, Julian and Bubbles. I will miss their honesty, hardships and humanity. Real humans do swear.

The Trailer Park Boys are my people.