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don't wanna do dirty work. Whose gonna pick up the garbage? I'm not; I wanna be an insurance salesman. That's clean work. Keep your fingers clean. Mow the lawn. Drug salesman. [ was a drug salesman. Not that kind. You don't sell that kind, you give it away. I worked for this company. Westwood Pharmaceutical. I don't know if you know any of their products - they make sone- thing for acne, you know, and atuff for bad breath. I never met anybody with bad breath, but I like see a whole lot of stuff being sold about halitosis is worse than cancer. So I was, ny job was to go around and give doctors five hundred dollars to write a report about how dome of this drugs were, see, and then we'd take that report and send it back to the home office, xerox it, put it in some fancy academic journal, and then take the journal around and show it to all the other doctors, tell them how .90d it was, see? Then they'd tell the patient to go out and get it. My head was like really spinning, wow, And YI said, I started a question, like, what's the meaning of life; what am I doing here; does this stuff work. So who do I ask. I asked the ministers. I asked the priests - hey, is this any good? What's the meaning of life? They said go see Dalai lama. Well, he was too far, so I asked my boss, a regional sales manager. I said, hey boss, I'm gonna ask you something. This shit any good? He said, it won't kill you. It won't kill you. It was killing me even though I had it down to a science. I worked four hours a day for fifteen thousand dollars. Nice home in the suburbs. Fovr hours selling my soul. Westwood Pharmaceutical. J said stick it. Let ‘em have acne. It was fun anyway. You get really stoned doing that in the mirror, huh? The best way is to have somebody else do it for ya. Then it's like interactive. Let ‘em have their acne, I said, and I headed for the lower east side. Twenty- two dollars a month rent. Nobody spoke English in the whole building. It was a Spanish building. Garbage all over the place. Puerto Rican families come out at night and pick through the garbage downstairs to get something to eat. Eat. How much are they paying these farmers out here now to grow wheat? They oughta send some down. We'll come up and get it. Wheat, give it away free. That ain't charity - we ain't up to charity. Charity's a bum trip. That's like Pat Nixon, you know, going up to St. Patrick's Cathedral saying, here's a bag of sugar. Send it to Biafra. Isn't that cute? Well. Eleven truckloads of food; we drove it in*o Newark, right during the riots. And we give it to people. It's in cans, and we say you don’t wanna eat it,