When I was pennyless young buck, me and my older brother use to sell scrap metal to a recycling plant in Milpitas. They accepted all kinds of heavy metal shit. An old fucked up water heater would get us 40 bucks. Me and my bro would get our dad's pickup at night and go hit up gas stations, and mechanics garages and pick up all thier garbage metal they used to keep in the back of thier shops. All the shit that they use to send out to the recyclers, we took and recycled it ourselves. It was kinda illegal, but we was just youngstas hustlin.
Before that in grammer school, my grandfather owned Cherryland Grocerys in Hayward. I used to get candy at his wholesale price and slang em at school for triple cost. Once I got into middle school, I was getting cigs, porno mags and porno videos from Grandpa's store and slanging them to all the fellas. In high school, I used to get liquor bottles, blunts and zags from Gramps store and slang them bitches.
... the hustle continues.