Since retiring, Bill’s been escaping to his cave.
Constantly under attack by his wife’s monomaniacal cleaning, he couldn’t put his feet up in the house, let alone put a glass down.
Now, he could finally breathe without her pissing all over him like a territorial cat.
“Bill, why don’t you leave?”
“But there’s nowhere to go.”
“You could just go…”
Instead, he nailed up The Scream 1. and drew a mustache on her face.
“Lady, I’m your knight in shining armor and I love you
You have made me what I am and I am yours…2.”
Bill switched the radio off.
- Edvard Munch, The Scream
2. Kenny Rogers, Lady.
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