He approached me clutching money in his hand. He offered it to me, I had not asked him for it. I was most certainly not in the process of using my shoulder as some kind of crude battering ram in order to gain unwelcome entry to someone else’s property. I was in fact highly reluctant to engage in such activity and was attempting to extricate myself from said situation as expeditiously as possible.

At the time that I was successful in this endeavour, I admit that I had been involved in the aforementioned matters, but I would like to reiterate that these events were relegated to the realm of memory.

I possessed that. I mean I possessed the studio, and I entered that place. Specifically, I entered the recording studio known as Vox. The world was my oyster, I wanted for nothing, my every desire was fulfilled, and I beheld the studio and said to myself, “frankly, this studio resembles the prison from which I have only recently been released”.

I have no intention of spending my valuable time attending to some menial matter. I own a perfectly good motorcycle, and portable bedding in which to make my nomadic home, and am pleased to have made the acquaintance of several young ladies. Certainly there were no fewer than ten of them, although no more than fifteen.
Why in the blazes would I want to leave such an arrangement and engage in physical labour? For what purpose, the acquisition of funds? I have all the money I need already, and foresee no difficulty in acquiring more from any source on God’s green Earth.

I am the King, you see. I am Hades, the ruler of the Underworld, you oddly dressed fellow. In the question of which persons are to be engaged in what activity, and at which location, I have the final say! Do you seriously expect me to attend someone else’s every beck and call, to act like a naive teenager at some unspecified location, in order to line the pockets of a stranger?

My dear fellow, I construct the currency. I set the five-cent coins to locomote via rotating across a flat or inclined plane. I own the competitive recreational pursuit. To use the metaphor of a card game, representing everyday life in both its strategy and in the vicissitudes of fate, I have a control over the fortunes of others akin to that of the dealer.