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#44 When You Grow Up Poor…

… you have a dream of becoming a garbage man. When you grow up and realize that college is a real thing that kids actually go to and its not just a thing that people do on TV, and then you realize that there is no way you’ll ever be going and you missed the boat with a passion, you turn your ambition toward manual labor to support your post-high school self. You decide construction work is a great idea but then quickly realize that you need to know how to build things and you need tools. So you set your sights again, but this time toward your childhood dream. Garbage man. There’s nothing better! You get to wear a jump suit. You get to ride on the back of the truck! You get tan and ripped while you work. And it pays $18 bucks an hour at a time when minimum wage is $5.50 an hour. So you go to the garbage place (the garbage place?) and say “Hello, I’d like to be a garbage man.” And the lady behind the bullet proofed counter looks at you, cocks her eyebrow, takes a drag on her cigarette, and then (and I paraphrase here only slightly) says to you:

“But….you’re white…”

“Yes, ma’am. True. But I think being a garbage man is right up my alley.”


“Well, ma’am. It pays well. You get to ride on the back of the truck. So….”

“Don’t you have school? Or white parents? ….or something?”

“No ma’am. Well, I have parents. I have white parents.”

“So garbage man huh? Well, you aint guaranteed a job. What you gotta do is come in in the morning. You come in at 4am, okay? You come in, and you go right over there by that fence and you wait with….everyone else….. oh boy they’ll like you…. and if they needya, they’ll pick you up.”

“Oh! Okay. Alright good to know, thanks for your help!”

“Oh boy. Welcome honey.”

And then you go home. You think long and hard about what you saw there at the garbage place. You were in fact the only white person there. Everyone looked real mean. You get nervous. You start to second guess yourself. Maybe this isn’t your dream? 4am? In the morning?! Just to ride on the back of a truck all day like a Ninja Turtle?  You set your alarm for 3:30am the next morning and you go to bed early.

When your alarm goes off in the morning you immediately jolt. You smash your Nickelodeon alarm clock until it turns off. 4am? Eff that. She was right. Im white.

#43 When You Grow Up Poor…

… you dream about what you would do if you won the lottery. The daydream carries real weight too. You have to avoid thinking about it because if you start you’ll find yourself, hours later, walking in a strange neighborhood in your fleece Spongebob pajama pants, your gas station Big Gulp Slushie completely empty, wondering how you got there. You tell yourself that if you won the lottery you’d be smart with the money. You’d buy a house. You’d pay your parents mortgage (lets be honest, mortgages) off. You’d send your siblings to school (lets be honest, they wouldn’t go). You’d adopt a butt ton of Mongolian babies. You’d give money to homeless people. Well you’d buy food for homeless people because those idiots would use your money for drugs. You’d start a business. No wait, you’d just put the money in the bank and live off the interest. 1% interest on half a billion dollars is what, like… a hundred million dollars a year most likely. Probably. You’d buy a smallllll house. You don’t need a big house.Thats dumb. Like 3 bedrooms. Well like 4 bedrooms. Well like 8 bedrooms because of the Mongolian babies. And like..a garage. Well like a two car garage. Or like an eight car garage. You’d surprise classrooms at local schools with truck loads of new ipads. You’d pay for EVERYONE to get a new kidney. You’d pay for EVERYONE when you went out to eat. And you would order guac and sour cream EVERYTIME. You’d travel the world. Not not the crappy world, the good stuff. Mongolia for the babies. Paris. Why don’t rich people do these things? Riches are wasted on the wrong people! Why am I not rich. God should be making me rich instead of evil old white men. Half a million dollars a year to be the CEO of a company that is going bankrupt? What the hell? God would make me rich if he could and he would not be sorry. If he wills it, I will win the lottery. Its meant to be. God is going to make me rich. God is good and I will win the lottery. I need to be rich. I have to help the world. Its not about me. Its about the Mongolian babies. And the guac. I will win the lottery one day, I just know it. Where’d my slushie go and where the hell am I?

#42 When You Grow Up Poor…

… you don’t have pets. There are four damn kids in this house. What, do you think dogs don’t eat food? A cat? What the hell are you gonna use a cat for? I’m not cleaning up after that. If you want a pet go catch a frog and keep it in a jar in the back yard. So you try and catch a frog but can’t so you catch a mouse instead. You put it in a jar and put it in the back yard on a beautiful sunny Summer day. You go to feed it a leaf in the evening and end up having an impromptu burial service. A couple days later your mom wants to know where her jar went and so then you have an impromptu exhumation. You bury the thing in an open grave and notice the next day that the neighbors cat is digging it up and playing with it. Man, it would be fun to have a cat.

#41 When You Grow Up Poor…

… you’ll steal your mom’s deodorant when you are in 8th grade because you’ve learned through the most unfortunate of experiences that you have in fact hit puberty like a brick wall and your hard working glands in your armpits that you just learned about in Health class last week have decided to start working overtime, holidays, and weekends. You try everyday to convince your mom to pick you up some Old Spice (I mean if you’re gonna get to wear deodorant, you might as well make it the same one as your cool older brother who is always talking to girls all the time how does he do that?) and she laughs and says you’re too young. You know you’re not too young. Your mom knows it. You’re pretty sure she is lying just to avoid having to buy it when $2 would more sensibly be used to buy a loaf of Texas Toast which would make two nights worth of French Toast. But you don’t want to believe your mom is a liar so you just shrug and resolve to keep sneaking into her bathroom early in the morning before you run out to catch the bus to slather your newly haired pits with thick, chalky, fragrance heavy Ladies’ Secret to ensure that P.E. doesn’t attract  unwanted attention again from the cheerleaders who now think that maybe you live on that farm behind the stadium. Shhhhh, you’ll never know now ladies. That’ll be my little Secret.

#40 When You Grow Up Poor…

…you’ll miss out on Cable TV. Your friends will say “Hey, did you see Pete & Pete yesterday?” And you, embarrassed will say “Well heck yes I did!” not having a clue what they are talking about.

Later in life you’ll be a grown up with a family and a full-time job and some money and your coworkers will say “Hey, remember Pete & Pete?” And you’ll say “Totally! Is that the one with Shia LeBouf? I love Shia Lebouf. As a matter of fact I think he is a genius. Did you see when he recorded himself at a movie theater watching all of his movies in reverse chronological order? I watched it for like 4 hours! Did you see Holes? Remember Holes? Wasn’t he in that movie Necrophelia? Narcolepsy? Nymphomaniac? Don’t you see his dong in that? Have you ever seen Shia LeBouf’s dong? I wonder if he has ever called his dong a transformer? Did you see Shia Lebouf in Transformers? All of them? Did you like them? I thought he was good in those but I don’t like Michael Bay.”

Then your friends will tell you “Shia Lebouf is not in Pete & Pete. You’re thinking of Even Stevens”.

“……. Did you guys ever watch Wishbone on the free channel?”

#39 When you grow up poor…

… Christmas sucks.

But when you’re a kid you won’t know any better and that tin of colored pencils will be the answer to all of your Dear Santa prayers.

Later, when you grow up, Christmas will be about buying the biggest and best and largest quantity of presents that your credit limit will allow. Gift giving, for some reason, will make you happier than most things could. Maybe it’s because when you give someone a credit card maxing super gift, and you watch them open it up, you think to yourself, ” I know for a fact those aren’t colored pencils.”

#38 When you grow up poor…

… you steal your sibling’s winter coat one day in 8th grade because its warmer than yours and from Aeropostale, so that will get you girls most likely.

Your Math teacher will pull you out into the hall and ask you why you smell like smoke. You’ll immediately laugh and he’ll send you to the principle’s office where you will be interrogated all day about why you are an 8th grade smoker.

You’ll argue, repeating over and over again ” But I’m Mormon, I’m Mormon! I don’t smoke, I’m Mormon!”

Your mom will come to take you home from school for the day and later you’ll realize you weren’t the only one to steal that jacket. Your sister’s pot head friend stole it the other day, and since your a Mormon in 8th grade, you have no idea when something smells like weed.

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