I have a whole list of them.

13 years old - got a job with all my football buddies working for one of their uncles picking up trash on the highways. We worked 37 from San Antonio city limit and finished the summer just shy of Corpus. People would drive by and chunk trash out the window at us or swerve and honk horns. Mostly it was mind numbing, hot, and repetitive.

Summer between junior and senior year of high school and summer after I graduated- Another buddy's dad owned a steel construction company. I either spent time carrying pearling across beams at dizzying heights or I was laying roof deck and flat tin roofs. If you stood still too long your boots would melt and stick to the roof.


I can't believe there is no love for landscaping. I still like doing it and wished I didn't sell my company.
And no love for the drunk cowboys either.