I feel the best thing to do during a time like this is to open my cell phone (yes open-I like old stuff that still works that I don’t have to worry about-that’s why I sneak Viagra into my cereal and dose myself.) Is to speak into my phone as if I am replying to the statement’s they’re making. Ie. (From your blog) -“No, I do have the first and last month’s rent. I just need to get over there.” Now me into mine,” No. I understand, but that hooker landlord said she was going to let that apartment slip of you weren’t there by 3pm…You still at the Library, or down at the mission?”–“What street?” What?-There’s a Library on Church? There’s a Church in the Library? Church Street? How come your not at the mission? What street? Hello?”Mom? Who is this?–make sure to keep them in your sight, but do not lock eyes. If you don’t get stabbed (which could be a possibility at this point), at least the other people being tortured will get a laugh. Maybe performing this act should be the new rule. PS-don’t finish Red Badge of Courage-it doesn’t end well.
In life, there are a lot of rules. I mean literally dozens of them. Every day you are told how fast you’re allowed to drive, how many items you are allowed to steal (none, FYI), how many items you can have when you go through the express checkout lane, whether you are or are not allowed to wear white based on that day’s proximity to Labor Day… the list goes on and on.
Someone at one point decided to say that “rules are made to be broken.” This is not a great rule to live by. If you are to go into court, for instance, and tell the judge, “I know I’m charged with 23 counts of insider trading, your honor, but rules are made to be broken,” I think the verdict would not go in your favor.
Today, I encountered one man who truly lived his life with this…
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