I need women.
I need to get my head together.
I need to get my life together.
I need to write more.
I need lots and lots of women.
Also, I need money.
And a boat.
And an imagination.
And a pet goat.
That eats people.
And that can swim.
So that it can live on my boat and eat those people who I do not like.
The women and I will watch.