Music Monday

I grew up in a really weird house. Well, weirdly located, anyway. We lived on a commercial property, behind a lawnmower repair shop and a chiropractor's office. The chiropractor owned all the land we were on, as well as the creepy shed and unoccupied other house right next to ours.

Oh, did I mention this house was also located next to a liquor store and bar?

How in the world did I ever turn out so wholesome? The reason we lived there is because the rent my parents paid? One hundred dollars a month! Even in the seventies and early eighties, that's a hell of a bargain for a house, no matter how small.

I didn't care about any of that, except for the liquor store.

You see, like all liquor stores, it had it's fair share of tempting edibles, from Funyuns, which I used to be addicted to, to licorice whips that sold five for a quarter.

Being as I was young and had no money, I would simply sneak into my parents' room when they were busy and look in the abalone half shell that held all their loose change.

I would be as judicious about it as an eight year old can be, and try not to take too much or be too obvious about it. Then I would saunter over by myself to the liquor store, where they treated me like royalty since I spent money there like a drunken duchess.

And amazingly, I was a very skinny kid despite all of my ill-gotten treats. Did I mention my mom was a health nut and made me eat things like Cream of Wheat for breakfast and eggplant for dinner?

So of course I have the perfect song for today. It was basically my motto.

Comments

dgm said…
I lived for my multiple trips to 7-11 for candy! Sadly, however, candy doesn't really hold much appeal for me anymore. It all tastes like overprocessed hypersweetness, and it makes my teeth feel gross.
3:43 PM
Liz said…
That song takes me back to my first year of college, when MTV first started and that video played all the time. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
5:31 PM
Awesome Mom said…
Hideous video but I like the song.
6:08 PM
Maternal Mirth said…
That's it! When I grow up I wanna be a drunken duchess. That's *exactly* what I want to be!
8:57 PM
J said…
I used to swipe money from my mom's purse to buy M&Ms. I got lucky because when she found out, she wasn't mad, but rather, she decided I was old enough for an allowance. :)
11:42 AM
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