You go the long weary way back home. You have given up your dreams. You have aged eight years over night. Life is to be grey toil and sour nights for now on you know. You hang your head low. You get a job and the cement factory and a side job bagging grocerys. You work eight to fourteen hours and day and come home to fall alseep in front of the television before you commerical break ends to start your favorite show. One day you get out your old guitar and strum it into tune. Instantly you are the biggest rock star that has ever lived. You tour the world and everybody loves you. You have sex with dozens of groopies at a go. You do the best drugs in the world and never go broke. You just plain win!