I want money. I need money. I will have all the money I desire. I am a money magnet. Money is my servant. This is a meditation, folks, don’t mind me, just keep reading. I’m trying to materialize $100 bills in the bush outside my door. I wouldn’t mind some new clothes, either, or some expensive health food instead of all this Wonder Bread and Spam. Please don’t think me crude and selfish. I’ll work on world peace, universal brotherhood, etc., just as soon as I summon up enough money to buy that $50 janitor suit I saw at Sears or that $27 aluminum baseball bat I’m going to use to bust up this dump I live in so I can start all over.