Now, I ain't the man who makes the decisions on who can stay and who can go. And I ain't even the man standin' NEXT to the man who decides. In fact, I ain't even the man next to the man, standin' next to the man who decides. Or the woman who wields the skillet, as it may be.
But Dave never really did anything to me that I couldn't overlook or forgive. And I hope he feels the same way towards me.
But as I said, I'm not the person who skilleted Dave...nor would I want to have that responsibility, even for an hour. THEIR house, THEIR rules...or, as one of my old hippie friends used to say years ago, "It's THEIR world, and I'm only walkin' through it..."