So this weekend Is a local music festival in my area. my good friend L had this scheme to sell waters and cold drinks cheap hear some music see some people good times and ultimately some quick cash. I tell him im there and down for it day one on the festival is a success. since it's free to attend but venues are pay only we setup shop near the vendors who we permitted to sell food no bad blood and even a few of the chefs on break bought our stuff. No heat from cops no haters some cool people some relieved patrons and smooth sailing. Idk if our community has laws against it but no permit selling cold beverages and trying to corner the market end day one shooting at a pool table in a chill local spot with some dough in my pocket chiefing some herb to ease the body after a long day.

Day two the day I write this it's go time my dude L doubled down hooked up the coolers I supply ice again we walk to the regular spot I bring my lil brother M to help with the hustle he bring his homegirl N we meet up have a good burst of success immediately. The reason I tell this story after we expanded our menu a dear old lady came up to buy one water she's curious of our other wares and I'm trying to push the generic soda so our crew doesn't have to deal with 50¢ soda sales and fumble with quarters to keep operations efficient. I say plainly 50 cent sodas and she says coke 50 cents great it took me every ounce of strength to hold back a shit eating grin when I told the old woman > sorry ma'am coke is $1 that's the cost of doing business

Sure enough in the end I got two dollars out of that transaction by the end of the night N had to leave before dark to get home but L, M, and myself were chilling in the alley down the block blazing up and shooting pool at a chill local spot

Tomorrow I'ma go hustle some more I might follow up with part two the story of the events of day three (I'll go into detail and if I get traction I'll re format and write a boring story for every day of my water hustle during the festival transpired.)