But try to understand...try to understand

I don't hate David Blaine, as much as I am bored by him, my usual reaction to news of his wacky shenanigans is ennui.

However, I recently read a story that some of his antics (and the preparation for them) are doing extreme damage to his health. This made me ponder a little bit on the price of fame and fortune. If you had to choose between living in lonely squalor for 50 more years in a fleabag Hotel room with only broadcast tv, and living for 5 in the lap of luxury with lots of money and egoboo, which would you pick?


Alan has got the Magic Hands