> "I have something you want," his hand touched the package. "You have something I want ... five minutes here ... an hour someplace else ... two ... four ... eight ... Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself ... Every day die a little ... It takes up The Time...."

He moved back into the kitchen, his voice loud and clear: "Five years a piece. Nobody gives a better deal on the street."

📚 William S. Burroughs, _Naked Lunch_, on the currency (Time) used to purchase heroin