When Doc was bar tending he held to the rule of three.
” At any given time in a gay bar you can’t have more than three hustlers, three straight girls or three underage drug dealers at once,”pretty quixotic statement but I’ll run with it.
” Life is full of rules of three,”I chimed in. ” My rule of three, is the ‘Don’t be All Three’. That’s the one where you can be broke, boring or ugly-”
”- But don’t be all three,”Doc chimed in. “Yeah that’s pretty good.I like that one.”
” I think it’s like a universal rule of Karma, and if you break it bad shit happens. Like with negatives- fat , annoying , and Republican the Karmic retribution is obvious, people will hate you. But if it’s three positives like rich , handsome , and decent the universe will have to do something serious to compensate. Like what happened to John John Kennedy.”
” Yeah, but his wife died too, how’s that fair?”Doc inquired.
” Blonde, skinny, and married to JFK jr..” Duh…