Yep, the very same. Singer inspired Unger to write Living High and Letting Die, but the book was all Unger's. It's a classic. But I can't even deal with the whole envelope thing. I'm still trying to figure out what the feck to do with Bob's Bugatti and all those idiot kids who can't stay off the train tracks. In fact, at this point I'm so frustrated with them that I'd whore out Bob's Bugatti just to guarantee that the kids get nailed by the train.