“Remember when we young, and I lost my job? And we ate sandwiches and creations-by-Pete from things in the pantry to save money? How eating at Tiajuana Flats was now a luxury? When the roaches infested the kitchen because of the stupid neighbors next door, and we couldn’t afford to call Terminix this time, because the job that was supposed to go through didn’t?”

“Remember when we were afraid of what would happen your job, and my mom came up, and brought food, and we ate beefaloaf for over a week? When Tater kept me company, following me from room to room, so glad to have me home for such a long period of time? When weeks passed and my severence check started to run out, but the tax return came in? And you brought home flowers and a big ballon, and it made me love you even more? Because even when it seemed like nothing would be fine, we had each other, and that’s all that mattered anyway?”