2002-07-19 | CAR WASH RAW WASH WAR CASH WARSAW

The other night, when I was talking about my teenage years, I ended up going off my original subject, and I forgot to include what my original story was going to be. It's nothing major, but it was just what came to mind one day, so I thought I'd share it with the 3 of you who read this.

I guess we were pretty resourceful kids.

I remember at one point, for some reason I told my parents not to give me an allowance anymore, because I felt guilty about it or something. I was trying to be all noble. I was such an idiot.

So to get money, I would have to do things around the house, yardwork, wash my parents cars, beg, stuff like that. But a couple of my friends (Bryan and Jamie from that one entry) and I used to all hang out at Jamies house, and when we got bored we'd think of cool things to do.

We used to make these home movies. Like cool ones. Not Americas Funniest Home Videos kind of things. We'd do like little gangster flicks, and stuff like that. I wish I still had those videos.

We also used to play football on the streets, and basketball in his driveway on one of those domestic hoops.

But sometimes we would want money and stuff, and nobodys parents would give us any, so we decided one day to go door to door, and ask people if we could wash their cars. It's amazing how many people said yes. We used to make pretty good money, I think, but we had to split it three ways, so it wasn't that much. But it was enough to have a really good time for like 6 hours. And our parents would be all proud and stuff.

Some people would be all offended at first. "What, does my car look dirty, or something?".

"No, sir, we're just asking pretty much anybody who seems to have a car in the driveway."

"How much?"

"Oh, I don't know, ten dollars, whatever....."

"I'll make it twenty if you do a good job"

"We'll do our best"

"You'd better, you measly kids!! (incoherent babbling)"

Anyways, that was my lame story. We were like the Richard Pryors of our neighborhood.

Actually, no, damnit! I was Pryor. My friends were Urkel.

"Police don't shoot cars.... Police shoot nee-gars"-R.Pryor

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