Having “a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out” was the greatest measure of success in my family. It was the meter to which the worth of any man, woman, or child was measured.
For instance, you might wonder aloud about someone who’d caught your eye only to hear someone tsk, “Don’t go messin’ with that broke and busted man! He don’t even have pot to piss in and a window to throw it out.” This was also the meter we used to measure whether a man, woman, or child had the right to have any material desires.
