My brother Walter is one cheap bastard. I say this with great admiration. I’m pretty good at squeezing a nickel, but Wally…..Jesus, he’s in a league by himself! Wally’s good with money.
When Wally was 16 and I was 14 we’d go places to buy beer. It was an elaborate operation. I would do lookout work outside and Wally would actually “act older” and buy the beer.
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