I'm sure you've heard the expression fifteen minutes of fame. Everybody will get their fifteen minutes of fame according to Andy Warhol. But what if a person doesn't want fame? What good is only fifteen minutes of fame if you can't have swarms of sexy women throwing themselves at you, right? Can people exchange their fifteen minutes of fame for fifteen minutes of being a doctor, a lawyer, a king?
I've been getting a lot off my chest trying to review the Morrissey songs and I'm quite releaved to say that I've been rehabilitated. To the readers who've tried to make sense of my ramblings and still came back for more (to see how the story ends), all I can say is thanx. You've been the most helpful doctor I've had the pleasure of speaking to my whole life.