† — “Do you always play by your mother’s rules?”
“If you live your life afraid of a little head lice, I’m afraid that you’ll never be able to enjoy the fruits this very bistro has to offer.”

” My mother’s in prison, but her kisses
are still nice —
— that doesn’t have a thing to do with
her damn rules.
Lice ain’t worth shitty coffee and stale
sandwiches — I know what I'm talking
about. “