jeez 700 bux for a shitty weeks worth of work??

hell i'd do it.  i love adventures and this sounded wild.  i probably would have accepted the meat and hooch as payment.

If I ever do it again and I'm not as worried about money as I am right now then I probably will make some fantastic deals for liquor, meat, and sexual favors.  I've always wanted to travel to a new town and poop on a girl's chest.

Here's an update on the payment situation for you guys....

I went to visit some family in my hometown earlier this week and stopped by my tent partner's place on the way back through to check up on the money.  We were supposed to get paid yesterday.  Like I said before, I was expecting somewhere around $700.

According to the guy, who has been a friend of mine for almost two years now, our tent didn't do as well as I thought it did.  He told me we only made about $14,000 the whole time and I could only expect to get about $450 from the whole deal.

$450!

You see, every time our boss would collect money in the tent he would leave a little receipt with us with a grand total showing how much we had made that day.  He came every day to collect cash, so by July 4th I already had a running total for how much we had sold and how much money I could expect to make from the job.  All I had to do was take 10% of the grand total for sales, take 10% taxes from that total, subtract the $100 advance that our boss gave us, and divide that number equally between myself and my partner.  I did this at around 6:00 pm on July 4th and came up with around $480, and we went on to sell at least another $5,000 after that point.

Somewhere, somehow, in some shitty little corner of Tennessee where words like "honor" and "decency" are meaningless, I am getting fucked.  I don't know if it's the boss or if it's my partner yet, but someone is sitting around with more than $200 of my money in their pockets.

I'll have more on this Monday when I call the boss and ask for the official total for sales from our tent.  I'm gonna get him to explain to me exactly how much money we made, how much came out with taxes, and what other totals he took out of my money for whatever reason.  I have a strong suspicion that my partner is the one that's trying to cut me short here, and I'm really looking forward to date-raping his grandmother if that turns out to be the case.

Where do you live?  We had a couple of people passing through from Georgia who said that fireworks were illegal in the whole state until last year. 

I'm pretty sure one of those guys spent at least $200 on us.   

He lives in Chile.

This was a pretty nice read, Bled.

Pretty interesting. Though when you said "explosives merchant", I was thinking Lord of War. I was expecting a story about an illegal arms run, haha. That would have been pretty crazy, but nice story nevertheless.

Pretty interesting. Though when you said "explosives merchant", I was thinking Lord of War. I was expecting a story about an illegal arms run, haha. That would have been pretty crazy, but nice story nevertheless.

Well, we did have a couple of guys come in wanting to buy a single long fuse.  I can only imagine what sort of bastardized franken-bomb they had rigged up and stashed under their trailer.

Don't lose those receits if you still got em'. Basically it's a good idea to always have more then one receit, copy atlest enough times to split it if it's a two man opperation. Hide them too. It's typical buisness to never put more trust then necessary in your partners/co-workers/bosses/whatever to get the job done, and never give them the benifit of the doubt. Least you find yourself ripped off, and trust me thats the LEAST that could happen to you.

That's the thing, though:  I never got to see all of the receipts.  By the time we had all of the stock packed up and I was ready to count all of the money my partner had nabbed the receipts and all of the cash we made that day.  I told him to let me see them so I could get an idea of how much money we had made, but his excuse was ARRRGH IT'S TOO MUCH TROUBLE TO GET IT OUT OF MY POCKETS.  I could have kicked his ass and taken them, but then I would have made no money and probably earned myself a night or two in jail.

Needless to say, I won't be taking part in any more business ventures with this asshole.  I'm gonna call the boss tomorrow and see if I can't get this straightened out.

Yeah dude, $450 for a week of work like that is tight as hell, especially if it sounded as crazy as your week did.

Still must've been quite the experience! Great read.

It actually came to about $425 when the guy came to give me my money yesterday, and I was originally very pissed about it.  I got college money coming in about a month, though, so I guess I'm not too worried. 

Bled: Merchant of Death

If you were on peyote, this story could easily be a novel.

Dude, I'm gonna have to add FLAMING AFRO to my list of ridiculous shit I must see before I die after that little story.  I suppose it'll go somewhere in between "public hanging" and "world's largest ball of twine".

Wait....a flaming squirrel?  I mean, did it try to climb into the gas tank while it was on fire or what?  HOW DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN.

His grandma is a stiff old broad, so I changed my mind and now I'm gonna wait and take my money out of the new paint job on his car with a penny.  Or, you know, something equally petty like that.