I moved out when I was 17. got a pizza job.

at the time 5.50$ an hour + 10% commission on how much I delivered plus tips, plus I closed the place up at night and didn't throw the pizza away like we were supposed to.

this afforded me a death trap shitty studio for $350 down the street. went to junior college during the days, worked through it, living off dough barely making dough.

the good thing was it was a small chain local punk rock pizza place they hired lots of punks and goths.

I had left my Christian home. I was banging the crew as we were all creatures of the dark. rebellious teenagers.

early 90's.

got me through junior college until I transferred into a university.

worked for me.