One of the billionaire friends you talk about said to me, BUT HOW MUCH IS IT WORTH? I was showing him a freshly painted canvas. HAVE YOU SOLD ANY? Money defines value.

On my poems: DO THEY SELL???!!

Jerk.

Didn’t speak to him for a decade.

To him they were worthless. Never mind that my art and poetry literally saved my life.

Jerk.

His personal life is soooo messed up. Tried to kill himself. It wasn’t $$$s that saved him. It was a housekeeper.