Without Sex and Drugs

He wanted to play guitar and sell his soul to a record label in hopes of all he could gain. He wanted to sell out in arenas with thousands of adoring fans cheering his name. He wanted enough money to buy a huge mansion, twenty cars, and a jet plane. He wanted to win awards, walk the red carpet, and earn his place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He wanted to experiment with drugs and party all night long. He wanted to drink his problems away, not caring if he was right or wrong. He wanted women willing to do anything in his bed without wearing leggings or thongs. He wanted to be bigger than the world as it was the only way for him to feel strong. He lost all of his talent, he began to lose it all. He smashed his guitar in the middle of a tour, spiraling out of control. He wasted all of his money away, found himself hitting the wall. He made himself a fool for the media’s attention and created his own hellhole. He overdosed quite a lot, becoming a depressed addict. He nearly drank himself to death, the has-been alcoholic. He found a woman who used him for his money and divorced him to get half of it. He starved himself and got plastic surgery, which only made him feel like shit. At the end of the day, he never even knew if people actually cared about him or simply loved the persona he showed the world up on that stage. I want that rockstar life without the sex and drugs and fame.