See, my mother had a habit of making me feel real lousy. She would call me a tramp, she would say I was a disgrace to her and myself. And I took it for the longest time, her opinion of me, until one day, I don’t even know what set it off. But I took off one of my pumps. It had one of those real pointy heels and I stabbed her right in the eye with it. Not that blinding people is the best way, but there’s a life lesson in there, somewhere, about standing up for yourself. A life lesson I am happy to pass on.