text:  I can live on the glue from the back of a postage stamp, the cockroach said. So what? So you could survive in a post office, she said, rudely. But what it really was, was envy. The next one to wake her was him. It was 3.37 in the morning. The coffee table was empty. She was still on the couch. He was drunk. How long have cockroaches been around, she said.