Ah. To be a celebrity.
Rich. Famous. Free from thought and responsibility. Free to make bad decision after bad decision and leave publicists, agents and various “friends” to clean up the mess.
The entourage. The hype men. The bullshit ring of protection to keep you from being absorbed by the masses.
This is the wages of fame. Your every flaw will be magnified. Every misstep documented. Every word that escapes your mouth, free from forethought or afterthought will be recorded.
Documented here is the neverending struggle of the uncommon man or woman against the minutia of everyday life, inanimate objects and each other.
All events depicted in these pages are satirical or flat-out ridiculous. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. However, if any celebrity shit goes down exactly as imagined in these pages, there will be great rejoicing. If nothing else, we all like to be right once in a while.
This is where it began:
Pete Doherty vs. 999
Thanks for reading.
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