I found out that yelling at Mom got a visit from Dad.... yikes!
Therefore, it was a "1 and done" event.
My Mom's tactic was raising her voice while arguing with me " WHAT DO YOU MEAN....!? " here comes Dad to the rescue. He wouldn't even listen to my side.
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking