Is it tough being famous? Sure. Do I miss being an anonymous genius, now that I’m a merely a genius? Of course. Would I give it up? Not on your life.
“Hey, Thoughts on the Dead! Does your penis need touching?”
It’s so I can’t leave the house sometimes, but I feel like my celebrity is a good thing; not because of the good it can help me accomplish, but for the private gain it can help me accrue.
Why spend so much time goofing on a semi-defunct choogly-type band? Beats me; this wasn’t the dream. I wanted to be a salvage diver, or a disgraced congressman, or invent a machine that did things to trees.
No one ever said that life was fair.
How else do we know that life is not fair? Well, these two men are multi-millionaires: