Back in the day of Vans shoes, Wawa, and adolescent misbehavior, I stood alone and mighty among my fellow compatriots for one reason. During those years, roughly 6th grade through the end of high school, I held positions in flourishing jobs filled with excitement and wonder, but mostly major $$ ching ching cash flow baby.
Have you heard of any 6th, 7th, or 8th grade kid making $10.50 an hour working 40 hours a week at UPenn during the summer? Doubtful. During middle school, that amount of cash was obscene -- like Macauly Culkin's parents after the Home Alone series. Well, that was me, and let's just say I wasn't exactly frugal with my new found pocket burner. BMX bikes, stereos, and extravagant lunches (which mostly consisted of pizza, Lunchables, and Slurpees) were just the beginning.
Moving on to high school, where I worked summers pulling down trees and serving during the year. I've never eaten out more than when I was in high school, and I'm talking legit restaurants too: Chili's, TGIFriday's, and all you can eat tacos at Mexican Food Factory. Not to mention the countless other items which are now useless to me, mainly that goddamn Mini-disc Player -- yes, I hopped on that creaking and rundown bandwagon.
Look at me now: I'm still rocking that same stereo, but now the CD player skips and doesn't read burnt CDs, the volume works in reverse, and the only thing that works correctly on it is the Mini-disc player. Great, now I can listen to Dynamite Hack, Radar Love, Rollin', Bling Bling, and a numerous mix of late 90s/early 00s classics at volume 11, but if I want to turn it up, I turn the dial down? Shit.
Eating out at such classy establishments as in high school? I think not -- ring, ring, dial up those frozen pizzas and Special K -- they're on hold, in my kitchen.
For now, I'll be reminiscing about that high hanging fruit from my kitchen/den/TV room/living room/dining room/foyer/lounge (yes, it's all one room) and smiling....
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