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I had a paper route when I was a boy growing up in Southern California. I loved being alone on the streets during those early mornings. Hearing the birds chirping, feeling the wind on my face and the excitement of pedaling along effortlessly while making money seemed like a dream. A couple hundred dollars a month was a ton of money to a kid in the early 90's- You know, I needed hypercolor t-shirts, slap wristbands and Air Jordans of course!
