I can’t wait until iPhones are used as a unit of measurement. I want the doctor to tell me that I am eighteen iPhones tall.
I wish I had their naturally lubricated ability to make money but I’m the opposite. Instead of creating a lucrative web venture I decided to write poetry and feel suspicious about capitalism and my place in it. I moved to the city and became a performance artist/comedian/poet/writer. Ka-ching!
— Mike Albo sums it up in "The Junket"