February 24, 2007
Gimme thirty thousand and see what happens. I’ll show you thirty thousand avenue and thirty thousand pounds, thirty thousand buttons with thirty thousand threads strung through. If there were an audience, a fat man with a cigar poking from his lips or a young couple more interested in each other than my show, it wouldn’t matter. That thirty thousand would get used either way. No tickets to Burma, no luxury automobile. Thirty thousand is a wisp, a sneeze for some. Thirty thousand doesn’t even cover the daily body lotion applied by professional masseuse to the rump of a movie star.