Fame

Another day, another hotel room, another rental car, food that’s too fast, and more lines in which to while away the hours, too many hands to shake, photos to take, and signatures to fake. Smile, laugh, wave, it’s what the adoring crowd expects. Is this someone’s idea of fame, or the deceiver’s lie to make us think we wanted an infernal hell all along?  Here, sign right up. All it will cost you is a small down payment on an eternity of regret.

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