Bill

· Oh, hello Bill. Long time no see! What have you been doing to yourself lately?
· Oh, you know, been hung up in traffic. That sort of thing. Going from place to place, meeting new people. But lately I've been depressed.
· I'm sorry to hear that.
· People who handle me don't see the real me. They go to great lengths to meet me but once they've had their fun, they trade me away. They throw me away like yesterday's garbage. I mean everything and nothing to them.
· Well fuck 'em. You don't 'em.
· Oh but I do. I'm nothing without them. Without them I'm just an old wrinkled geezer. They don't even realize what I am.
· But they certainly know what you represent. You make the world turn, my friend.
· What do I represent? Envy? Greed? Power? Is this what I've become? Is this what they've reduced me to?
· Come on, don't be so hard on yourself, man. You'll get through this. We all do.
· Life's tough. You don't know what it's like to be admired, hated, saved, and disposed of all at once. But what drives me bonkers is the people who will do anything to have me. They just don't understand. They can't get it through their thick skulls that I am just a piece of paper.