"Promises are made to be broken," you said. I wanted

to say, "No, rules are meant to broken," but I knew

that the meaning would be lost on you. The fact is,

you've already made a promise to something completely

different than me.

You've got your big house and two cars and your wife

and three kids. No dog, though. You promised yourself

to that false lifestyle long ago.

"Lifestyle". Huh, that's what the guys in San

Francisco call it, "a lifestyle". But living in San

Francisco is a lot easier than living in... say Boston

or Indiana. Or Korea.

I think in Hamlet or something they say "To thyne

oneself be true..." I try that a lot. We all do. It's

easier for those chubs in San Francisco to be "thyne

oneself" than us. They don't have kids. They don't

have wives. They don't have Korea. They don't have all

the baggage hanging onto them. The important part of

that Hamlet verse is the "ONEself" ONE, singular,

single, not married.

You made a promise to be a family unit. To boldly go

no where. To... to... follow the by-laws of the United

States of America.

I guess it's not so bad. You have the right to bear

arms. You have the right to elect a leader. You have

the right to the pursuit of happiness. Just not with

me.