Hero
Ruin them quickly and watch them fall.
Is it not a reflection of what you wish you had? Who you wish you could be?
Our models, our actors, our musicians. Our billionaire underdogs down on their luck.
The worst parts reflected as best?
Is it not all thinly veiled jealousy? The women we want, the body we could have, the success we deserve? And are we not owed our wants?
Poorly chosen, our heroes. Often the worst kind of people.
Meet them and try to remember. Our heroes are bad because we are. And we are not owed a thing.