Fortunately, there are no new liens on my paycheck and so, ignoring:
- The old phone bill
- The old electrical bill
- The taxes on my little failed business
- from the Victoria Government
- from the Federal Government
- the envelope from my lawyer
- all other envelopes
I take a cheap room on the Plateau with the extra money; not enough, alas, for four hours: so three whores, for variety, or two whores, for thoroughness, though not, I think, one: my endurance is not quite up to that.
The opportunity cost of this weekend of whoring—what I risk by paying for that which I am about to take—is the interest and penalties the next entity to seize me by the throat will demand.
Then again, doesn't the concept of opportunity cost assume a future world tolerably like the present? A future world where entities balance the ledgers of gratification deferred? A future world that once seemed more likely than not?
Do I rationalize? Very well then, I rationalize.
Art may live, though I will not.
—September 11, 2004
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 9/11/2004 08:46:00 PM
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