My Bro and I are riding back from work in my car. It's a long drive and fighting shore traffic on 4th of July weekend is making it even longer. So we're chatting along. I'm pointing out the big houses I'd love to live in as we drive through one of the more luxurious neighborhoods we go through. I tell him about how one of my friends introduced me to a guy at the happy hour I went to last night. The guy was in around my age, but since he came from money, he wasn't really working for real. He had a bunch of little side things he was doing, but nothing to write home about. Meanwhile he owned a condo in Town, had his own business, but wasn't exactly working, you know?
So this steered the conversation in a whole other direction. Where we groan about all the kids we grew up with in all the neighborhoods we lived in and near and were currently driving through. Kids who never really had to learn how to make it on their own because their parents were always footing the bill for them. Kids who never really had to learn responsibility, because what was the point if mommy and daddy will always be there to catch them? We're laughing about it, like we always do.
"That must be something. Must be really nice to not have to ever worry."
"Yeah."
"I remember... and I don't think I've ever actually told anyone this before... But I remember when me and a couple of my friends were walking through the neighborhood back home. We were carrying around a bunch of beers in our pockets, and getting pretty drunk. We were passing these huge houses with 3 and 4 car garages. Two big SUVs per house, plus daddy's little play car, plus a car for each child driver in the family. We were having the same kind of conversation we're having now. So then we decided to leave some of our empty beer bottles in some random mailboxes. You know, just because."
"...!..."
Then we both started laughing. It was so ridiculous, and yet so perfect.
"That is totally classic," I told him. "But not to be confused with classy. Which you are not."
"Oh, I know," he said. "I know."
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