Fame!

I know you don't want to think about it (neither do I) but just imagine that you were rich and famous. Not overnight, mind you, but over a long, years-long process. So that perhaps in your fifties, you'd be at the pinnacle of everything; the limousines, the "Hi, Mr. X, I really loved you in your X" blah blah blah.

Most of us, probably over 99%, will thankfully never have to face this situation.

It's like being the bull elephant seal on a beach in South Georgia with 365 whores to protect, until the new pimp in town comes along.

Damn, I really wouldn't want to have any part of that world (although I have had glimpses).

Ask Mel Gibson, before he goes into total freefall, how many years it took him to become a total asshole.

You ready to take his place?