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The kids have rules to live up to, but most of the rules were tough. They had some good rules, y'know, I don't mean to put them down. Parents had some pretty good rules. No running with the scissors. That's one I never disobeyed. Made sense to me. This big mother'll go right through me. "What are you doing?" "I'm not running with the scissors...for one thing." They had a couple more good rules. They had another one: No sticking your head out of the high speed railroad train window. Say, goddamn, Dad, good rule. Doesn't want our heads chopped off. Fantastic, Dad.
But then they had some dumb rules: No running in the hall. Where ya gonna run? In the rooms? Gotta keep turning in the rooms, man, s**t! You can't get up any speed at all, man, s**t! Hallways were made for runners. The hallway sprint- try to take that quick right before you crash into the statue of the Sacred Heart- man blow everybody...blow the whole feast day. They had another dumb rule: No singing at the table. Why not? One guy with a bad voice fucked it up for everybody else? No singing at the table. How about humming? No, by extension, humming and whistling included. There's no such rule as no screaming at the top of your lungs at the table. That ought to be good to try that. Show me the rule. You could stand right next to the table and sing your ass off. Just don't sit down, man. "I'm standing near the table during dinner and I'm singing and it isn't even covered by your rules." "Sit down, you." That was your middle name...you. "Come here, you."
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