Paranoia, the destroyer.
I am the image maker, I am the magic maker, I can turn the most ordinary man in the world into a star.
The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.
Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.
Celluloid heroes never feel any pain.