Her image of where I would be alone is quite a bit more colorful and involves farting, sleeping on a couch in my clotjing, lots of empty pizza boxes, excessive drinking and a tub so filthy it appears to be some sort of ancient pottery.
I wonder…she may not be far off.
I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have remained employed without a family. Me and mishkin, we are brothers in matrimony: we need Her to goad us into action. A man alone without the pressing demands of family can be a sad creature.
