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I have a story that I tell every once in a while. Back in the early 80's when I was going to school, high school, I used to get home at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, jump on my bicycle, ride about 5 miles back towards the school, go over to the horse farm. I grabbed the wheelbarrow, a pitchfork, and a shovel and I just started shoveling. Nobody asked me, nobody told me to do it. I had nothing to do, I just did it. Some guy caught me, asked me who told me to do that. I said, nobody, I'm bored, I need something to do. So I came over here to shovel shit. And he gave me 10 bucks for a stall. I managed about 2, 3, maybe 4 stalls a day. And had some cash in my pocket for the weekend.