After my first Tuesday afternoon Boy Scout meeting, I found myself completely unthrilled. The meeting was a lot of singing, talking about knots and birds, learning handshakes, and so forth. Joining the Boy Scouts was perhaps, in the short span of time I had been alive, the stupidest thing I had ever done. But they made me sign something about being loyal, trustworthy, dependable, all that crap. Since following a recommendation from my dad meant avoiding a beating, I was ensconced.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Police covers with that rock band I was going to start. My solution was equally moronic. I got a paper route. Here we go. Always have an answer for that question.