Uncle Scott Is Now ScottX

I get requests from nieces and nephews who do school sports asking to help fund their equipment and other costs.   For years the request was a simple link via text to some sponsor webpage.  There is never a “hello crazy uncle Scott, wanna help me”. Regardless,  I always do a few hundred bucks if the page is easy enough to quickly make a donation.

Now, upon thinking on it, I might be enabling bad behavior that will not help them in the future.  There should be some appeal to my ego to get into my wallet, like “uncle Scott I’m needing some money to buy a jersey and my parents are cheapskates, can you help a poor teen out?” Or “Uncle, I will melt down my water polo trophy and make you a sick neckless you can wear with your wigs”. This is how you get to my heart and mind.

Kids gotta put some effort into the begging.  Don’t get me started on gas money for teens.  Whatever we are doing now is broken cuz I’m filling up a car everyday and these kids of mine are only going to school and back 5 miles round trip. Now I am guessing gas money is actually code for Starbucks cash.

Right now I am walking down the streets of Vienna back to our boat after an amazing concert downtown.  My dad stops and points this graffiti out:

I don know what it means but maybe ScottX is my new name and 161 is my number.  I am updated my throw away LinkedIn account to reflect this new name.

Happy Friday and Four Twenty Friends

ScottX