Own Mind

10:09 pm. Lawn chair dragged onto the porch, clipboard on my knees, absolute hawk vision on the perimeter. I’ve got column A for costume category, column B for estimated piece grab, column C for repeat offenders trying to run a double dip with a jacket swap. Little guy in the dinosaur suit thought he was slick coming back forty minutes later with the hood down. Logged. Audited. Still gave him two mini bars because the hustle was technically +15% more efficient than the rest of the street. Inventory is holding up fine. Margin on the peanut butter cups was razor thin by nine, but we pivoted to pure volume on the hard candies and stabilized the supply. Sitting out here in the cold watching the numbers balance out in real time is top tier entertainment. Bowl is down to the bottom tier scraps now but I’m seeing this through until the porch lights go dark. We run a tight operation out here.

Oct 20, 20261 view1 heart1 comment