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The summer before my senior year in high school, I was trying to make some extra money. My mom thought it would be a good experience to cut grass for an old man who lived in town. His lawnmower, while gas, was ancient. It took way too much screwing around to get it to start. To top it all off, I had to use an actual outhouse. I got paid less than a dollar each time and it was always 100 degrees out for some reason. Really hated this, but did it until the end of summer to make my mom happy.

Probably shoplifting. I would steal from the local convenience store on the way to middle school. Candy, noise makers, Whatever looked like I could sell at school. Now N' Later 5 piece would go for a quarter in store, but I could get a quarter for each one from the rich kids who went to the same middle school as me. This would let me buy my own lunch for the whole week (and usually give me money for more than just the basic lunch). Eventually mom found out because I was bringing home too much crap I was stealing. She had a friend who was a police officer. She had him show up and 'question' me, hand-cuff me and get me to the door before letting me off with a warning. She didn't tell me she had arranged this until I was in my 20s.