The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing.

There are no innocent bystanders ... what are they doing there in the first place?

The consciousness-expanding drugs - the hallucinogens, such as cannabis, mescaline, LSD, Psylocybin - I think are useful to a writer up to a certain point. That is, they open psychic areas that would not otherwise be available to the writer. But I feel that once these areas have been opened and the writer has reached them, he is able to get back there in the future without the drug.

They tend to be suspicious, bristly, paranoid-type people with huge egos they push around like some elephantiasis victim with his distended testicles in a wheelbarrow terrified no doubt that some skulking ingrate of a clone student will sneak into his very brain and steal his genius work.

You need a good bedside manner with doctors or you will get nowhere.

If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass.