These are the rules that governed my grandparents’ lives.
My salary will not cover my expenses. My girlfriend will not be faithful but will always return to me and I will always forgive her. There will never be a better band than the Beatles, but my girlfriend will insist that the Rolling Stones rule, and sometimes when she gets drunk she will get vicious about the Beatles and other things, and she may get violent and throw cowbells at me. She may even throw her mother’s oxygen tank, but after she sleeps it off she will be loving again and ask her mother what’s causing all the dents in her used green and silver tanks. Her mother will sit reading her worn Bible and won’t answer.
These are the rules that govern my life.