When they got ya, you've got no more chance than a road rabbit...You're
walkin' along, not a nickel in your jeans, you're free as the wind. Nobody
bothers you. Hundreds of people pass you by in every line of business. Shoes,
hats, automobiles, radios, furniture, everything, and they're all nice loveable
people. They let you alone...Then you get ahold of some dough and what happens?
All those nice, sweet, lovable people become heelots. A lotta heels! They
begin creepin' up on ya, tryin' to sell ya something. They get long claws
and they get a stranglehold on ya and ya squirm and ya duck and ya holler
and ya try to push 'em away, but you haven't got a chance. They've got ya.
The first thing you know, you own things - a car, for instance. Now your whole
life is messed up with a lot more stuff. You get license fees and number plates
and gas and oil and taxes and insurance and identification cards and letters
and bills and flat tires and dents and traffic tickets and motorcycle cops
and courtrooms and lawyers and fines - and a million and one other things!
And what happens? You're not the free and happy guy you used to be. You've
gotta have money to pay for all those things. So you go after what the other
fella's got. And there you are - you're a heelot yourself.