You are paper child you are white, you are delicate you come in one shade on one ream of paper that is how you were put here and that is how you will leave fear not of your ink stains, son we have written out your future kept it in the borders of the blue lines you are quite the piece of paper son dont let anyone tell you otherwise you were made with the finest ink, you know? ink that flew from the pen of a stock broker a lawyer and a doctor you are no blue collar worker you are a man of fine clothes and gold watches you are a man made of riches you are to be raised in a gold building with a lead door so no one may see you I tell you befriend the man with the cigar but do not fear him, do not anger him or he may one day burn you do as I say son, as I've learned from my father stay in your borders, marry any woman you wish- you want and life will bring you treasure beyond your wildest desire and it is desire that keeps the hunger growing so my son, do not eat too much.