How does this happen? The first thing you do, when you are rich and famous, is hire a driver!
The driver drives a black Lincoln Town Car and he picks you up everywhere. If you are lucky, he is like Harold “Happy” Hogan! How could this not be the ideal situation? Who wants to drive, ever? Especially if you are drunk!
This is part of a larger issue: rich people doing it wrong. They are always miserable and get drunk and call their wives dirty words and are filmed by their daughters eating cheeseburgers on the bathroom floors.
Give me several million dollars, and I’d know how to handle myself. I’d pay off all the debts/mortgages/loans of everyone I cared about, hire a driver, and take on projects and hobbies that interested me (a major one would be a campaign of anonymous street art/flash mob type things, things that would make people’s days stranger and more exciting, but they wouldn’t be “for” anything and wouldn’t be filmed You’d just have to be in the right place at the right time).
I’d still finish up school, of course, but boy would my models be sexy! Laser-cut acrylic lit-from-beneath beauties!
