I guess I’ll just have to remain anonymous

Es­ti­mated reading time is 1 minute.

THIS TIME, the ques­tion on Quora was “Why do you not want to be fa­mous?” and I read it at four in the morning. That’s be­fore I’d had the first sip of my Cafe Bustelo (a good coffee to wake up with). So I put on Miles Davis’s WALKIN’ (a good album to wake up with), took a gulp from my mug and re­sponded with this:

If I was fa­mous, there’d be all these in­ter­esting young men with ex­tra­or­di­narily ex­otic mind-altering drugs that I’ve never even heard of who would want to hang out with me and be my friend and have fas­ci­nating con­ver­sa­tions about re­ality just be­cause I was fa­mous.

And there’d be all these gor­geous, slinky young women who would want to sleep with me and do things I’ve never even heard of—all of which I could do while on those ex­tra­or­di­narily ex­otic mind-altering drugs—just be­cause I was fa­mous.

Alas, at this point in time I’m just too damn old to take ad­van­tage of all those won­derful op­por­tu­ni­ties, so why tempt myself?

I’ll just have to re­main anonymous . . .


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FEATURED IMAGE: The lovely image at the top of this page I found on Pin­terest ti­tled “Psy­che­delic Land­scape” (the term I had typed into Google). Looking for the artist, I traced the image back to a web­site called electreelife.com, which showed me a dead-end Dis­al­lowed Host page. This was a first: after years of making tens of thou­sands of searches on the world­wide web, I’d never come across a Dis­al­lowed Host page be­fore. And I left the slinky young women in my imag­i­na­tion, where they belong.




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