Mike-Mike was sharp for a sixth-grader.
He knew to the penny what a Baby Ruth sold for at the Master Mart across from the school, figured how he could still scrape a decent profit by getting the candy in bulk from the Cash-and-Carry where his old man bought supplies for his restaurant.
“Just a businessman doing a perfectly legal side hustle.”
Kids would stop by his locker and he’d open it up like a salesman, display his wares.
M&Ms, Lifesavers, Hershey…all the name brands.
In high school, he moved into a riskier trade.
“More money means less legal,” he said.
So very true. Entreprenuers take a risk. I can’t wish him well.
Oh no. Trained well, too well. But I don’t think his life will end well.
Oh no. Dude is on the fast-track to big trouble!