[Mr. Kotter]

True story. I lived in a housing and urban deveopment project growing up. We lived next door to a reasonably attractive and well-endowed young lady. When I was about 9, I noticed a line of men would hang out in front of her place....for the first couple of days of the month. Anyway, one dude would go in, then come out about 15-20 minutes later....and another would go in. At first I didn't realize what was going on. Anyway, after a few months of this, I decided....heck, I'll start a Lemonade stand and sell to the men waiting in line as some days it was pretty hot especially in the summer. I made pretty good money for a couple of years. Until one year, some dude (obviously intoxicated) comes stumbling to the front of the line.....and pushes his way into the house. The dude who had been in the house comes running out, pulling on his pants....then, I hear a loud bang! The "Coitus-interruptous" dude is soon followed out the door by the drunk dude, who stumbled backward out onto the "stoop." The dude had a large hole in his chest and was bleeding pretty bad, mumbling something like "dat dum ho done shot my ass! Da bitch shot me! Somebodies call de po-lice." So we did.

Too bad. My Lemonade Stand business went to shit after that.