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| Who knew something as nasty as beer could fiance some of these magnificent suckers? |
Because the Super-Quick would let minors buy beer if we had a an adults I.D. Josh and I parlayed that into a little side business. That business made us Popsicle millionaires. We, two six-year-olds, would go door-to-door and ask the residents if we could go buy them beer or cigarettes. There was a small fee, of course. A few people a day would give us some money and we would run down, buy a six pack or whatever they needed. With our fee, we would buy two huge freezer pops that looked like Otter Pops just twice as large and completely unmarked. On good days we would be able to get five or six of those knock-off Popsicles and live like trailer park kings.
