Poverty is the stepmom 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. 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.