I guess I’ll just have to remain anonymous

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 Café 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 . . .

 

PsychedelicLandscape 1000

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.