Paper Boy
I had a paper route. It was centered around an apartment complex which was populated mostly by 20-30 year old, relatively affluent folks.

So, one day, I am 12 by the way, I was delivering my papers and I passed a large dumpster (trash can, skip) and saw a group of magazines, stacked together and tied up with string.

I thought: Hmmm...magazines, eh? So I sauntered up to check them out and RESULT! They were porn mags!

So I placed them in the woods and finished my deliveries and returned to collect them and slip them into my paper bag.

Word gets around QUICK when you've found a stash of girly mags. Over here, they were ACE mags: OUI, Penthouse, some of the racier porn mags. So guys started coming up to me after school and saying things like "Listen, I wanna buy one of your mags!"

So I sold them for $1 each...unless they were particularly racey, then I sold them for $2. I figured it was a short lived experience. Until:

The following month, about mid-month, once again, there was a stack of those lovelies near the dumpster. The bonus here is that whoever it was that was putting them out there, they were decent enough to put them OUTside the dumpster, and not in it!

For six months this went on. I was absolutely raking it in! I would secret them underneath of my Dad's radial saw. A PERFECT hiding place...or so I thought!

Until the day my Father decided he wanted to move the saw to vauum the sawdust underneat it. I was busted! My Father DID have a moment (unfortunately, I learned this LATER) where he was envious of my mercantile abilities, but he got through that pretty quickly before he 'tanned my hide.'

I got rich. But as in most things in life: there was a price to be paid!
Cheers!

Citadel
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