“I don’t have money,” he’d say,
“but I have some cases of beer.”
“Okay, so tonight we’re going
to this party. You give us two cases
of beer for the party.”
“Cool.”
Then we’d go to the party. We’d
invite the girl, who was usually
thrilled to escape her mother’s
prison. The guy would bring the
beer, he’d get to hang out with the
girl, we’d write off the mom’s debt
to show her our gratitude, and we’d
make our money back selling the
beer. There was always a way to
make it work. And often that was
the most fun part: working the