Poverty is the mother of art. That’s what I see every time I go around the houses I own to collect my weekly rent. Take Carol, for example. Three weeks ago I turned off her electricity for non-payment, so she got a truckload of candles somewhere and turned my house into a church. Two weeks ago, I put hungry dogs on the property. Carol fucked the butcher and now feeds doggies fresh meat every day. They’ve already become tame to her! Well, now I’ve turned off her water supply. We’ll see what wins: her greed or my persistence. Everyone needs money, dearie!
