then

you should not have let her feel that way, you should have been there for her, for you had as much fun as she had, and you should pay for what you enjoyed, don't you know that you are a grown man, don't you know that you should act like someone with responsibilities, don't you know that i can't tolerate excuses for everything you do and do not do?

strike a few white and blacks, i hear you through and through, in that room that is not a room, for if it has no doors, it is not a room. you should have finished, you should have let your hands run, you should have done this and you should have done that but in the end we are all cowards, afraid of what others think, afraid of what others see, afraid of what others interpret from our movements and decisions, our opinions and mistaken ideals and values, more innocent than a child, more ignorant than a tombstone.