When my son graduated, he had no plans for his future. It seemed like all he had plans on doing was sitting in our garage, watching television and smoking his cigarettes. I told him he wasn’t allowed to smoke in the house, so he took up residence in the garage where there is no heating or air conditioning. When it started to get warm out there, I came home from work to see an extension cord strung from one end of the garage to the other. He had bought a portable electric air conditioning to cool the garage off. I wasn’t having any of that. I was the one working my tail off to pay the bills. I wasn’t going to have him sitting in the garage cool and comfortable, while his mother and I took care of him. I went inside and he disappeared from the garage. He had been gone a couple of hours, and he hadn’t turned off the air conditioning. I could just see my electric bill climbing. When three hours later, he still hadn’t come home, I turned off the air conditioner, took the extension cord inside, and I stuck the air conditioner on the top shelf in the back of the garage where I kept my motorcycles. He was livid when he came home, because it was so hot out there. I handed him the electric bill and the last grocery bill. I told him when he got a job and paid them, he could have the air conditioner back. I took the cigarette out of his mouth and told him there was no smoking in my home, and the garage was part of my home.