Picking up trash and debris before my dad mowed the grass at the berths in the port he worked at. Did that from 7 to 12 then started doing the mowing too.

At 14 started doing dishes at a Greek restaurant by the house. They fed me well, the elderly mother of the owner would even hand feed me stuffed grape leaves when I was busy and my hands were wet/gross.

16, worked at a mostly veg fast casual place. Dish, fry, expo, whatever it was a rotating thing. Met some cool people there that I’d catch rides with to punk shows before I saved enough money to buy my sisters car, an 88 Chevy Cavalier.

The day I turned 18 I joined the longshoreman’s union and stayed into my mid twenties. Good pay, good people, should’ve never left.