Originally Posted by TheLastLemming76
My best friends dad would give us a $10 and a note to ride our bikes up to the gas station giving us permission to buy him Marlboros and spend the rest on pops and candy. In HS we’d walk to a restaurant that had a vending machine for cigarettes. My first bar served me and my friends at 18 and would keep serving us drinks as long as we tipped well and could keep sober enough to not draw attention.
My dad would call down to the hardware store and tell them I was on my way down to buy shotgun shells or .22's with his permission when I was 13-14 years old.