posted on Mar, 1 2006 @ 04:54 PM
I'd quietly post pics, stories, videos on my web site and not tell anyone about it...
Sooner or later someone like Centrist would stumble across it and bring it in here for me, he could articulate the evidence a lot better than I ever
could.
There would be a little debate, then some die hard skeptics and some die hard believers would get involved with the thread and the debate would Really
start to take off...
My web site traffic would Soar...
After a while someone would figure out that I was the web master of the site and would ask me if I wanted to join the debate, and since my web site
traffic was starting to dwindle I would, of course, accept.
At first I'd be really friendly and really popular, I'd answer everybodies questions truthfully and promptly, my web traffic would go way up
again...
The media would catch wind of this and start asking me to write articles, do interviews, give lectures. I'd become a real rock and roll jet setter,
a real hot item, in demand...
But then it would happen... somebody would discover that I inhaled once when I was in college, that I own a vinyl copy of Sgt. Pepper, that I used to
read Little Annie Fannie...
My integrity as a human being would be in jeopardy, my web site traffic would start to falter again...
I'd pretend not to notice though... I'd ignore the embarassing questions and only acknowlege the groupies, I'd push harder to stay in the lime
light, foregoing everything that once was of value to me... my family, my friends, my career, I'd do everything to stay on top of the Game, to keep
those interviews and conferences coming, to stay a rock and roll jet setter...
alas, the day would come when I would have to admit to the fact that I do indeed own a vinyl copy of Sgt. Pepper, I did indeed inhale, that I Liked
Annie Fannie... A Lot.
In shame I would flee the board and take my groupies with me... from the safety of nothing board from nowheresville I would hurl taunts and insults
back at the people who made me famous, I would curse them for stripping away my rock and roll status and turning me into the opening act for the
juggling midgets in some sleezy backwater bar...
I wouldn't even be able to look at myself in the mirror anymore because I had sold the mirror a long time ago in some pitiful attempt to stay on top,
I would...
*ponders*
wait a minute... that already happend, huh?
never mind.