At 15 I worked roofing and had a stint at batteries plus. The manager and I didn’t really get along (and age thing) and he would give me menial and frivolous tasks to do. I’d do them. The one day he told me to sweep up the parking lot, and I did. I came in and he said “ I thought I told you to sweep up the lot. There’s no way you’re finished” I said I was. And he had to walk over to the far end to find this lone cigarette butt that you’d have to be Sherlock Holmes to unearth this thing after I literally spent like a half hour meticulously going over the lot with a fine tooth comb, but he made sure he found something. He then said “keep going!” And handed me back the broom. I handed the broom back to him and said “here! get busy” and walked off the job and up into the woods like a yeti because I didn’t live too far from there. I was in my moody teen punk rock phase. But to be fair I wrote and played and performed the music in venues and clubs at that age too, so you can say I wasn’t a poser. lol

The funny thing is me and that guy became friends later in life and laugh about how I used to draw graffiti in the bathroom and how I thought I was slick but they knew it was me.

I also worked landscaping, construction, flooring and other odd menial type jobs so I could focus on my music career and songwritings