If I could be like William Burroughs, but visually, and also make a little bit more sense, and also not be a heroin addict or wear a hat, or be male… then that’s how I’d be.

I wouldn’t turn down the adding-machine fortune, though it was probably accursed by some kind of twisted backwards Marxist workers ritual where they hung someone upside down… wait, isn’t that what happened to Trotsky?