6/17/10

80. Birdsong: Cheap! Cheap!

I find it strange sometimes that I complain so often about not having enough stuff despite the large advances I get on my work. The percentage I get per book isn’t half bad either. Some people can’t afford to buy their own honey, so why do I resort to nicking them from dodgy caffs? Maybe I ought to contact a psychiatrist about my kleptomania.
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  1. Milo H. Tomb3:12 PM

    Dear wealthy one,

    What do I need a psychiatrist for when you psychoanalyze my every move? Not that any of your theories have approached the bull’s-eye. You’re the worst psychiatrist I’ve ever heard of. You pretend it’s about me, but it’s all about you, isn’t it? How’s that for an analysis?

    --Milo

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