I will periodically go on what I like to call a friend diet, where I cut out the unhealthy supposed friends who are dead weight or damaging. I've honestly been shocked at how many more assholes the barest appearance of cash attracts. Although I am still a friendly person, I am not easy to get next to, and I still get burned from time to time. I don't feel I make
remotely enough to call out the wolves. Unfortunately, the wolf population apparently does not agree.
This means I honestly fret about money more now than I ever did when I was price comparison shopping for ramen. And I probably have about 1% of the problems of this sort someone who lost on American Idol would. I mean, I would never go on a show like Celebrity Rehab, but I would also never go on a show like American Idol. I want to succeed on my merits and not on a gimmick and I think most reality television is humiliating. Those casting directors call me all the time and I don't hook them up. Maybe if I designed the reality show. Maybe.
When I first moved to California (sorta, I was kinda couch-surfing and still considering Vegas at the time), I got a job at Barnes & Noble. I liked books. I liked people who liked books. I liked working there. I had an unpaid student loan for an expensive education that perhaps should have been able to get me something better, something good enough to pay my student loan off anyway, but I still wanted to work. Only Blue Blood magazine in print was distributed in book stores and there were people there who had sold it. And some people were really really weird at me about it. Like we were all making around $6 an hour, but they felt like I was a bigger loser than they were because,
in addition to working low-end retail just like them, I had also put out an internationally distributed, critically acclaimed, glossy, color magazine.
Just the barest taste of that sort of thing I've had to deal with makes me truly believe that the people on Celebrity Rehab genuinely have way worse problems than I do.
Not that I wouldn't like a giant cash infusion. Hence the
heist plans. Do you want to be the wheel man? I'm not sure any of us is a good enough driver.
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