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"Sure, I'd like to have a Cadillac." The boy was still grinning.
"All right. Fine. We make a bet and I put up my Cadillac."
"And what do I put up?"
"The little man carefully removed the red band from his still unlighted cigar. "I never ask you, my friend, to bet something you cannot afford. You understand?"
"Then what do I bet?"
"I make it very easy for you, yes?"
"Okay. You make it easy."
"Some small ting you can afford to give away, and if you did happen to lose it you would not feel too bad. Right?"
"Such as what?"
"Such as, perhaps, de little finger of your left hand."
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.