“It wasn’t easy, but before too long I was this toothless, deformed, ninety-year-old man that had lost every last one of his marbles and took a certain pleasure in pleasin’ himself every chance he got... if ya catch my meanin’. My agent has done a great job keepin’ the whole thing goin’ for me. I owe him a lot. He’s a good friend,” he finished.
“You’re still famous, you know. Maybe even more so,” Marren informed.
“Yeah,” Shane agreed, sounding disappointed.
“So, you did all this just because you didn’t want success?” she asked.
“It’s the way people treat ya,” Shane said. “If you aren’t a big important person with piles of money, you’re nobody. No one cares. I’ve seen people with no one — not a fuckin’ soul carin’ about them — and it’s ugly. If you have a name and a few bucks, everybody
