Life and times of a drug pusher.

I'm on the med card again, pushing a cart and passing pills to people. Another day, another twenty three cents; before taxes.

I've been trying to teach my oldest child about work and money. Explaining how you have to work X amount of hours for Y pay, but pay A, B, C, D, and E in taxes. Then you pay for bill S, which you need to pay T to have. And so on and so forth. I believe it's making an impression as to what it takes to get all the things we have (which isn't very much). It seems few people know much about finances anymore. I can't see how people can carry as much debt as is estimated. I couldn't owe that much money to anybody.

The reason the talk of money came up is that we're looking at starting our own business for the children to run. Just a little bike rental/refreshment stand on a small piece of property my family owns. The State has a bicycle trail that starts/ends at the edge of this property. I think it could generate a good amount of revenue. I need to look into information about starting a business in this state to see who I need to register with, and what, if any fees or licenses I might need. It will be a nice summer job for them, and they'll be their own boss. I'll try to keep everyone updated on this little venture.

Tootles.