I thought what I'd do was,

I'd pretend I was one of those artists. That way, I could share my goddam stupid useless designs with everybody. If anybody wanted to have something, they'd have to buy it on a piece of paper and I'd shove it over to them. I might get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with making artwork for the rest of my life. Everybody'd think I was just a poor artistic bastard and they'd leave me alone... I'd cook all my own food, and later on, if I wanted to get married or something, I'd meet this beautiful girl that was also an artist and we'd get married. She'd come and live in my cabin with me, and if she wanted anything from me, she'd have to buy it on a piece of paper, like everybody else.