Do you think I’m made of money? You’ve just scratched the surface of the tip of the iceberg. Curiosity killed the cat at the dog and pony show, but you let the cat out of the bag, you sad sack. I’ll lay down the law in cold blood: a chicken in every pot tends to feel all cooped up, so be careful not to put your eye out when you tilt at windmills. It’s a small world, like a bump on a pickle, and your cheque is in the mail.
Written in 2007 at a workshop conducted by Camille Martin