I was 14 when I got my first job working with my grandfather. He was a janitor/maintenance man for a medical building. I guess you could call it a family business. Everyone of us grandchildren, and our parents works with him at some point. When I was 15 my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. He pasted away 2 weeks after my 16th birthday. My cousin Allen, who was the oldest of the grandchildren, took over my grandfathers job. Which means he took over the contract for the medical building. I stayed on as a janitor, so did my brother ,and my cousin Kary (Allen's sister).
When I was 18 I still worked there along side my cousin Kary. My brother had moved in with his roommate,and became a plumber. We worked Monday thru Friday from 4pm until 10pm. Me and Kary hated working with Allen. He was a control freak with OCD. He was also the boss so we had to do what he said. Kary and I use to go to the basement and get high. We both smoked a lot of weed. Allen smoked too but never at work. He would have killed us if he knew.
About a year later me and Kary...