“Beautiful things like these, they’re not for people like me—maybe they were once, but then . . . Well, the point is they don’t keep the lights on. They only ever make you money when you sell them, and if you get to the point where you gotta sell them, well, all you did was spend money to have your heart broken because you know you’ll never get it back. That’s a type of heartbreak I’d rather do without. And who the fuck in this world can afford to have anything that don’t earn its keep?
