
Rock stars are different than us. We all know that. They don’t sit around the coffee table in their PJs on a Saturday night eating stuffed-crust pizza, watching Wheel of Fortune. No, they are wearing leather, hanging in a penthouse suite with hot and cold running chicks, ingesting God-knows-what into their bodies while downing $200 bottles of Champagne. They are rock stars and they are living the dream. But, are they really? At one time or another, most of us have dreamt of being worshipped, making a fortune, and doing whatever the hell we felt like doing with no consequences. Whoa, back up the car; there ARE consequences all right. Some rock stars don’t make it past their 30th birthday, some wind up doing significant jail time, and many of them end up with faces so lined and weathered that, if you place a penny into one of the…
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