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Suburban Snitches Get Clean Ditches.

And so it begins.

I was a kid, hanging with my best bud Jake. We were really into rollerblading at the time.

And since we always used the neighborhood paved ditch system to get around as a shortcut…

…we could think of no better place to shred some rad concrete waves.

Only, here’s the thing.

These drainage ditches were naturally overgrown. Like most ditch systems, the neighborhood nor the city really gave a damn about em.

In typical government fashion, if nobody was throwing a fit on the news, nobody cared.

Fast forward to our challenge.

We wanted to ride them sick suburban concrete waves, but there were trees and stuff in our way.

These damn trees were the main tormentors of this particular Burbclave. So you know we had to do something.

We decided it was high time we give back to the community…

…you know, out of the kindness of our cold little pre-teen hearts.

So we skate back to our prospective houses and grab as many yard tools as we can hold. Then we cruise on down the hill to the ditch, and we start our cruel work.

We get to lopping off tree branches, sweeping up trash, cleaning out tree trimmings, the whole shebang.

Until finally, the graffiti shines brightly on the pavement, free of growth and ready to be shredded…

So we’re feeling proud of our good deed. Ready to take all the credit for our handiwork. In fact, we couldn’t see why anyone would be anything but proud of us.

We didn’t know it yet, but a mystical creature called a Suburban Ditch Snitch ( SDS) was already doing his diabolical deed.

The frustrated, grown man, who I assume hated his life, followed us home and griped at our parents.

It probably went something like this, “womp womp wamp wamp womp”. In the fashion of Charley Brown adults. I don’t know, we were too busy shredding.

It turns out…we had to put all those tree limbs and clippings somewhere…

…so we left them in this grassy area, between 2 fences. Honestly, officer, it looked like public property.

Well, this creature got so bent out of shape, we had to come back and clean it all up. Without so much as a thank you.

So we did so and found a lot more amusement in it than our parents did.

Anyway, the first chapter of The Money Master Manifesto is all about getting your mind right.

And a big lesson is about responsibility.

If ye cannot take responsibility for your situation, then you have no hope of fixing it.

Not only did we take responsibility, and admit to something we could easily have lied about. But we also took responsibility for keeping that ditch clean, the entire 10+ years I lived in that Burbclave.

If you drive by it today…the entire drainage network is wildly overgrown with trees and other crap.

Nobody cares, and the kids haven’t continued the good fight. I mean, why would they?

They have their X-boxes and their Play Station 3000’s or whatever they play nowadays.

So when that bad boy fills up with water and floods Mr. Ditch Snitch’s house of sad little horrors…

…I hope he reads my book. And learns to take some responsibility.

Maybe I’ll even dedicate it to him.

To my dearest Suburban Ditch Snith,

Your house is looking a little wet. I dedicate this book to thee, Sir Snitch of the Ditch.

Ha! Thanks for traveling back in time with me.

I’m out,

Brian Graham

P.S. If you’re eager for more elegant prose. There’s more at the link below.

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