When Drew and I were in 9th grade, we were walking home from an adventure that involved spray paint and and a bridge. We were a little parched and came upon some kinds selling lemonade. We obviously stopped. The drinks were $.25, and I only had a $10. I hooked the kids up and didn't ask for change. As we were walking away, Drew looks over at me and asks a very simple question: "Do you think those kids have any idea that two dope graffiti heads just bought lemonade from them"?
It sparked a long conversation about how we pass by people all day long and have interactions with them, but do they really know what we do in our spare time? Especially if our spare time included climbing under bridges and into train yards? No way.
So we more or less decided that any time we pass by a lemonade stand, we would stop and get some. I've tried as much as I could to adhere to that. Take today for instance. I was driving along Grand Ave. on the South side and saw some kids getting their lemonade hustle on. I had to stop. It seems like lemonade prices haven't changed with inflation at all. Still, $.25 for a glass.
So if you see me wandering down the street and are in a quick need of a quarter, put up a makeshift lemonade stand, and I'm in.
Sidenotes:
-Don't break the Sunday truce. It's been around as long as the game itself
-Uptown art fair next weekend. Boom shakalaka
-3 times this month, someone has told me I look like Adam Levine. I guess that's a good thing
-I love baseball. I could play baseball all day and night if I could. It's that joyous boy in me that keeps trying to get out
-The Olympics are in full swing. I have no interest in 90% of those sports for the 3 years in between, but come the 4th year, I'm hooked
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