Robby Hoffman

You're living in a capitalist world now.

You're not farming, you're not, like, yeah.

So, but my father, to this memory, I was, I just saw a rider truck, and I remember my father had to get a rider truck, and it was yellow at the time, this rider truck, and now they're white and red.

But we got to go in the truck.

Like, I don't know if he had a job for the day, or he was helping a friend or whatever, but he just suddenly came in, and he's like, who wants to sit in the truck?

Of course, we all shot up like fucking A. And I remember getting to sit up in the truck with him, maybe four or five of us.

Okay.

And it was just so fun.

Like, I remember at school saying, like, my father has a truck.

We rode around.

He took us, I mean, this is where the memory goes sour, but still was nice.

We went to the gas station and he said, let everybody get a candy.

Great.

Okay, so, or pick what you want.

And if it's kosher, we'll get it or whatever.

So, you know, I was taking my time picking, get whatever you want.

So I'm going through the aisles, and I'm like, hmm, I don't think that I could do better than that.

You know, so I'm taking my time.

And then when I get to the front with my candy, I must be six, seven years old, and I'm standing there, and I look around, and it's just like this, you know,

Indian man who runs the gas, who his shop is the gas station shop or something like that.