The Dealer

by Zinc Oxide

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In elementary school the free lunch tickets were not a stigma. No one really noticed that you got your lunch for free but in middle school everything changes, so I had to ditch the lunch tickets for good. Money was tight, so I did what many poor kids did. I sold gum, lollipops and other food contraband between classes.

It certainly paid better than my allowance and money for lunch was never an issue again. I continued selling candy in high school but the lure of bigger money from selling drugs was always there.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. The Dealer

    #2 Ficker's Buddy Icon #2 Ficker

    Posted about 1 year ago

    Was that you selling Jolly Ranchers in the back of Ms. Pogue’s 7th grade “general music” class? I think she was allegedly stoned all the time. Were you selling to her too?

  2. The Dealer

    Saint Chuck's Buddy Icon Saint Chuck

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Love it.

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