Saturday, February 17, 2018

A story from my youth.

The other day I remembered this story, from two brothers I went to middle and high school with:

They had a larger family with like 5-6 kids, and the two oldest brothers were in their 20s and worked construction but were still living at home for some reason.

So, when he was back in high school, one of the brothers I went to school with had this schtick he'd do, where his older brothers would come home drunk, and he'd charge them $5 to make a grilled cheese for them.

He wouldn't actually buy any cheese or bread or anything, he'd just take it out of his family's fridge for nothing, and then his brothers would pay him $5 a sandwich for him to fry it up for them.

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