I've got to make money. My father is not willing to be our guarantor. I've got to prove my income. Prove my worth to the city. To the monster. Affix a hook into its side. Ride the sandworm. Come out the other side of a mental breakdown. Make a mental breakthrough. Push further towards Paris. Hawaii on the horizon.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you?"
"A prince, a pauper, a hero, a narrator, double fisting guns up your bung whole. Violent. Dejected. Deported. Trashed on the curbside. Ginsberg in the market. Whitman on the shore. Kafka slithering over the fence in the dark. A Rimbaud in Hellish season. A demon. The Babadook. One of the 'B' bros. Libels the Was B. Bibles. Always Appropouture. Appropos for short. Don't forget the 'P'. Look it up on Google. It's pretty cool. I'm a search engine expert. Skilled in the ways of optimization. Don't forget the 'P' I tell the Humpery. Fuck Yea Jeremy Hearthrob."