I love living in Los Angeles! Where else can you see beautiful landmarks at the same time having great weather pretty much all the time? But the really fucked up thing with living in LA is that many not all just many people are so consumed with their own “star” or “celebrity” that they fail to see there are others around them — possibly others more famous than them. These people are the celeb-wanna-bees, who by fortune of nice car or hom or whatever else, think that makes them the du jour cat’s “meow”. I am a nice guy who at — 37 — is so unconcerned with celebrity that I am sick of it. I don’t care for my own, others’, or even other peoples’ friends’ celebrity.
No, I’m not just talking about star celebrity but the celebrity that people feel when they think they are royalty within their community. There are all types of royalty: the gay celeb, the body celeb, the porn celeb, the financial celeb, the politico celeb, and on and on. So you could just imagine how many people think they are in that category and in the celeb space — which they usually aren’t. So, if you ever come to LA, pull out your shades and pile on the suntan lotion come ready to in addition to relishing on the actual stars on Hollywood Blvd with its famous film, tv, and radio Celebrities you will no doubt surely see the fakers who drive around in their $90,000 cars but sleep on the floor of a flea bag hotel they share with four other celeb hopefuls all committing various felonies trying to maintain their celeb status. Can you say
“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille”?
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