Another award function, journos pushing around for bytes, broken statements scattered around with no resemblance to the spirit of the conversation.
He is tired, dog tired of celebrating a successful persona, a persona built painstakingly to meet expectations, a persona that's not him. It reminds him of the plastic excitement of puppies who escape with a shiny wrapper from the bin, and value the stolen trophy. Except that puppy love escapes him now, he is dog tired….
His fans put up a show which makes him feel indebted for life.
Does he really deserve a life that's not his own?
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