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I will never develop any eight-flats or sixteen-flats for hipsters, semi-yuppies and general wanna-bees close to any coffee shop again because lines are getting too long. Period.
And these newcomers – look at them. Can’t trust them.
I will rather go gay and move to Belmont/Halsted.
No. I will go Lincoln Park close to Gold Coast.
God. But I ran from there.
OK. I will go back to Florida and smuggle cheap and bad American beer to the Bahamas with my tenant.
Coast Guard got better.

Yes.
Now I need some money. How do you make money?
Coffee shop?
Boring. I love anemia but not every day.
Restaurant?
Never ending work.
Development?
Dealing with morons in the City and immigrants. From Hell to Paradise. Too much.
Sex and boose?
Not really.
Bonds?
Gonna crash.
Gold, Silver?
I am not a Jew or Indian. If anything I am a Black Foot.
What to do? Bob, what to do?
Bob…relax. It is gonna come.
– But when I need it now. I got four models lined up and three photographers. They all look skinny, need to eat.
– Models are skinny because they want to be that way and photographers sniff coke. Coke metabolism.
– Really?
– Yes.
– Are you sure?
– Positive.
– But I wish Ashley (not a real person)was there too. I am doing it for her.
– She will understand later. Do you want anything from her?
– No.
– So why do you do it?
– I love when beautiful things shine for everyone. Everywhere.
– Then You are a Jew!
– Just a little. On my bad days.
– Write a book, Bob.
– OK. But I need my muse once a month to look at.
– Deal. I will see what the other side can do for you.
– Did I just sell my soul?
– No. But we will talk about it later. You already know too much.
– How about if I forget who is misunderstood 666.
– Come on, don’t be that cheap. You want her?
– No. Just as a muse for few months to look at. She is too young and too perfect.