I don't handle money worth a shit. Kind of like a car with an automatic transmission. No clutch.
My Dad was the same way. He never had any money because Mom never had a job.
I'll tell you, times were tough. We used to play pool with marbles and toothpicks.
And, speaking of toothpicks. On my first date I took a girl out to a fancy restaurant. She ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate malt. I was broke so I told her I wasn't very hungry and ordered a log float. (A toothpick and a glass of water.)
Jobs were scarce too. When I was a teenager I got a job in the circumcision ward at one of the local hospitals, to help pay the rent. I made six-fifty an hour plus tips.
The next job was a little better. It was union job. I went to work for a bait shop down on one of the local lakes, baiting trot lines. The boss told me that I would start out as an apprentice, and if things worked out, I could become a master baiter.
Now, what was your question again?
