Tuesday, March 01, 2011
2-1/2 Brain Cells
I'd like to say something about the bitchin' rock star with the extraterrestrial brain and Adonis DNA who's tired of denying how special he is, the one who's been written about all over the Internet the past 24 hours -- but I'd be afraid he'd sue me. And I, a complete nobody, would be the one the asshole would pick. Geez. Where the hell are the men in the white coats when somebody is clearly screaming for them? A raving, dissolute, drugged out narcissist is not my idea of a manly man.
You know, I'm kind of proud to be a nobody who will never be dissipated by a life of excess and debauchery. Well, I might not mind a little debauchery every now and then, but I can guarantee you I'll never blow millions on it. Or fry my brain cells within a millimeter of their life. Or scare the hell out of porn stars. And I would pray that somebody will, for God's sake, get me a commitment hearing if I ever start ranting about my special greatness and everybody else's boring mediocrity on national TV.