I returned yesterday from my firework selling expedition I told ya'll about. We left Thursday and made the drive up. Nothing really special to say about that, just a 5 hour drive and setting up all of our fireworks and other supplies. Friday we opened at 6 AM. Ya, fireworks at 6 AM. We stayed pretty busy all day, did around 10 grand in business (keep in mind throughout this post that the town we were in had a year round pop of about 7000, but was located on a big highway). We closed around midnight and were asleep by about 1:30. Woke up again at about 6 AM and did it all over again on the 4th. Back to back 18 hour days, plus the 4 for setup and the 4 for tear down. Dutton and David made about $1200 a piece off of $16,500 in sales, while I was sitting on a pretty $300. The reason that I made 25% of what they did was because I wasn't actually hired by Jake's to run the tent. Dutton and David paid me out of their pocket to come help them and I figured well if I don't do this I'm just gonna end up spending money and it's better to make money than to spend it.

The only thing that really sucked about all of it was not being able to shower and sleeping on a matress pad on top of concrete. Our tent was only a two day tent, but the people at the ten day tents went through the same conditions, and that is insane to me, I could not go that long without a shower, I just couldn't do it. The matress pad was actually comfortable considering my alternative, the only thing that sucked about that was the night of the fourth it rained, and I mean hard. I thought I was gonna wake up in the middle of the parking lot with the rainwater carrying me away in a river.

I really didn't realize how fucking crazy people go over 50 cents worth of paper, plastic and gunpowder. The people that bought the most money in fireworks were the poorest. We had people driving up in brand new 2008 gas guzzling trucks that bought $20 in fireworks. Then we had the people that didn't even have a car and walked up spend at least $100 in fireworks. Dutton said one guy he helped actually told him he was gonna have to decide between fireworks and feeding his kids I'm not fucking kidding you.

But I think I've finally found something that interests me. This was one of the, if not THE, hardest jobs I have ever done, but the money to be made off of it is just un-godly. I'm going in a week from monday to see about working the warehouse in town and maybe getting in on the christmas tents in Louisiana. Keep your fingers crossed for me.