Mike Dirnt chipped in with tales from his own, interactions with his estranged dad and his decision to wash cars instead of having a paper route.

He was in second grade, maybe it was third, Mike wasn’t sure. And he went to stay at a friend’s house but was warned his buddy would be getting up early, leaving to deposit papers on doorsteps around the neighborhood. And Mike just couldn’t understand it, all this torture for sixty bucks a month.

So Mike went into business for himself. Washing cars. He’d knock on neighbors’ doors, point to where he lived, and said he was washing cars for a buck. He didn’t want the high rent vehicles, he wasn’t interested in those worried about their cars getting scratched, but those who truly had dirty vehicles.

And Mike ended up making sixty bucks a WEEKEND!

Which he mostly blew on candy and the like, but he needed the money, he had none.