You owe me a billion dollars

This was an email that I received from Paul the other day.
"In what?" I queried, "In Credit Default Swaps?"

"No, in film festival submission charges, but you can pay me in swaps."

Paul and I plan to brace for Great Depression 2.1 alpha by squatting in an abandoned WaMu branch, and selling $1 movie tickets.

There will be free bathtub gin, and foods with transfat. Out of work financial workers can sell their bodies in the abandoned cubicles.

Brave New World