First "job", collecting soda bottles on account of return for deposit. Mowed grass, shoveled a shit ton of snow, delivered newspapers. 10 yrs old, once ate one of them pink pickled eggs from the big jar on the counter on a dare from the boys sitting at the bar. $6 bucks if I recall correctly. Wasn't a bad day's work at the time, if you could get it. First real job, washing dishes at my uncle's restaurant. Saturday night was spaghetti night. Learned to hate the smell of spaghetti.
They say there was a time when you get buy a quarter pound of pot for 45 bucks, sell ounces for $15. Not that I would know anything about that.
Back when the kids was kids they saw these little round cactuses for sale, somewhere I can't remember. Pestered and begged for one of them cactuses, I relented. Was driving a VW beetle at the time, terrible traffic congestion. Had to take at turn at full clip. "Hold on to your cactus!", I says. Touchy business. A turn of phrase I still say in similar circumstances, nobody knows what the hell i'm on about. Yeah, I know, cool story bro.