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“In the future, everybody will be world famous for 15 minutes.”

Fame has never been a prospect that appealed to me. The money that often comes along with it would be nice, but it would have to be a hell of a lot of money to be worth the trade. I don’t like it when I bump into the occasional person who remembers my name but I have no idea what theirs is. Imagine having that happen all the time, day after day after day.

“Dude! Can I get my picture taken with you?”

So I’m glad that Warhol’s prediction is untrue. I don’t want to be world famous, or even nationally famous.

However, I always thought it might be kinda neat to have something like two minutes of local fame. I wouldn’t mind being the guy they were talking about when you saw this headline in the paper (on page five of Section B):

That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? It’s the kind of thing that you could tell someone you did and they’d say, “Oh yeah, I think I remember hearing about that.” Although, honestly, I could probably make up some shit like that and still have people believe me. I’ve found that if you keep a straight face while you’re telling a person something, and act like you believe it yourself, you can convince a lot of them of just about anything.

Some person: “So you actually pulled a drowning kid out of a pool and saved his life with CPR?”
Me: “Yeah. It’s one of the most amazing things that’s ever happened to me, you know? That and the time I saw Jesus in my oatmeal.”

As long as you don’t make up something that’s too over-the-top, it’s an easy sell. Not that I do that, really, but I could. Probably.

Although with that being the case, if I ever got famous (note: it wouldn’t be from this website) I could just tell people that no, I am not the famous person you think I am, and could you please just let me eat my dinner in peace. Problem solved, now bring on the money.