Southern Hustlin': Tall Tales of Making It Work
By Julie McLin
()
About this ebook
What do a sexy fruit bowl and a designer tote bag have in common?
Nothing, but I wouldn't have been able to see these things if my old man hadn't slapped my butt that morning to wake me up. Ain't that how all entertaining stories begin?
Mix in some dumpster diving, bidding on old storage units, and a dabble of online English tutoring.
What do we get? Not a whole lot, but our straight-laced neighbors are freaks, and nearly anyone will pay to listen to a Delta gal teach.
Julie McLin
A reporter turned sarcastic book author, Julie McLin now entertains her audience with stories of humor. With fictional settings inspired from her home state of Mississippi, Julie explores the crossroads of humor, bad days, and “what the hell?” moments of daily life. She currently lives in the South with her family, six cats and a dog.
Related to Southern Hustlin'
Related ebooks
The Bone Bodies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNumb (Reflections Volume 5) Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5A World Full of Monsters: A World Full of Monsters, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLearn English with Charlotte: Book 6 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Kindness of Strangers: A Gripping Psychological Drama Full of Suspense Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOne-Eyed Paperboy: A Remarkable Odyssey Gone Terribly Wrong Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove to Hate You: Brisbane City Hearts, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Death by Cuddle Club: A Dix Dodd Mystery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNancy's Amazing Assemblage of Yarn Spinners, Tall Tale Tellers & Big Fat Liars! Vol 3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLeave Me, Baby, One More Time: OWL Investigations Mysteries, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPeril, Plots, and Puppies: The Sleuth Sisters Mysteries, #6 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Planet Z (Planet Z Book 1) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRoped In Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsToken 1 About that life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Caged Life Volume I: Introductions Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Arcade Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTuring's Graveyard Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTelecommuting Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmor Perdonador: Susan’S Journey to Forever. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Judge: The Rotorua Crime Series, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFunny & Stupid Stories (That No One Should Read) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Case of the Monster Fire Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All The Right Reasons: Purge - Matt Johansen Crime, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCharlotte the Pup Book 6: The Invisible Dragons Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCastle Cove Mystery Series Three Book Bundle: Castle Cove Mystery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNew Eyes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnearthly: Beauty and Her Alien, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsClamming Up: Kate O'Malley Mystery, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDiabla Meets Big Ju Ju Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOld Friend Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
General Fiction For You
The Fellowship Of The Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Priory of the Orange Tree Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Man Called Ove: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The City of Dreaming Books Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Life of Pi: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silmarillion Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Covenant of Water (Oprah's Book Club) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pet Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Unhoneymooners Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cloud Cuckoo Land: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It Ends with Us: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Candy House: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rebecca Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everything's Fine Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ulysses: With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jackal, Jackal: Tales of the Dark and Fantastic Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Nettle & Bone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Cabin at the End of the World: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Good and Evil Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beartown: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Meditations: Complete and Unabridged Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dry: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Southern Hustlin'
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Southern Hustlin' - Julie McLin
In the Quiet Trouble Stirs
HOW DOES OUR WHOLE dumpster fire dipped narrative begin?
It was sparked on a dark and stormy morning not that long ago. No, seriously. I know all stories begin this way, but that’s how it happened. The world may’ve been on the tipping edge of shutting down, but my ol’ man, Red, still had to work. No government handouts here for us folks who worked for a living.
All these misadventures happened on a morning when he was fed up with his job. There were supply chain nightmares, and his boss could be a jerk sometimes. Red got up with his God awful 4 a.m. phone alarm, stomped around in the dark because the power was out, and stubbed his toe with a loud enough curse to wake our youngest daughter who at the time was not even a year old.
I was barely awake when I rolled over and picked her up out of her playpen beside our bed to nurse her back to sleep.
As was our morning custom, he slapped my ass as soon as I got her settled back down. Then he sat beside me and started talking this cockamamie investment idea. His buddy had made a piss-pot’s worth of change digging around in a fraternity’s trash at the end of the previous semester and selling what he found online. That early in the morning, I wasn’t exactly obliged to tell him to go on ahead and dive into those dumpsters.
That’s how it’s always been between us. Most of our serious conversations happened in the dead of night right before the Devil’s hour.
It’s the only time we had for any kind of serious talk without one of our little oopsies interrupting. Guess they don’t interrupt too much. We got four of those crotch goblins, uh, blessings? Any ways, moving on.
Back to how this all began. He was tired of his job. Blah, blah. He wanted to try what his buddy was doing.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m all for changing your job if you’re not happy. But not when we were knee deep in our house falling down around our ears and poopy diapers. We were barely able to rub two cents together to make sense after the bills were paid. What little money left from Red’s paycheck at the end of the day was put away for trying to fix our house. God bless my man’s soul, but with our four little swamp creatures, it was hard for both of us work.
At that moment on that particular morning was not a good time to talk about investing what little savings we had into diving for treasure and investing in old storage units. Especially when I knew we needed money to patch the roof again. I think Red took my tired silence as permission, because he sure smiled like a fool when he left for work that morning. It wasn’t for anything I did for him. I was too tired.
How did I get myself into this mess?
The Dumpster Fire Starts
I STILL BLAME THE OL’ man. We were in the midst of the world being shut down because of a cold. I’d lost the little weekend bartender job I had, because Bear couldn’t keep his doors open. I guess rundown, honky tonks weren’t essential.
Our little hellions were distance learning. Well, the oldest two, Junior and Junie, were, and I was starting to show signs of cabin fever working with Lolly on her kindergarten work. Oh, and keeping Lulu from being the little she-devil she was showing herself to be.
At the end of the disaster of 2020, Red forgot we needed to fix our roof and took our meager savings and bought out a bunch of old storage units.
His excuse?
We could make money selling other people’s junk, and I needed a hobby.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I did need a hobby, but I wanted to choose it. It took some pretty sweet promises (a new house was one of them) from him to convince me to dig around in those first few dusty units, which he’d only paid a few hundred dollars for.
There was some good stuff in some of them, but it wasn’t enough to fill the hole