All Jacked Up
“Oh, to be an outsider!”
They always say outsiders thrive more, right?
I haven’t been exactly convinced of that yet. My name’s Jack and I’ve been striving to achieve my dreams since, well, since middle school.
I did have a lemonade stand at one time. Thought I’d be the lemonade king of the world. That lasted, oh, about a day. I sold one entire glass of lemonade and had a couple of neighbors feel sorry for me and bought half a glass. I mean, I only charged fifty cents per glass. So they dug and scraped together a quarter and chipped in for half a glass.
One failed business venture under my belt. At the ripe old age of 13. My entrance to the awesome teenage years.