[.... okay, dude. You've pushed his last buttons.]
My delusions of grandeur are actually kind of facts of grandeur. Do you want my social security number? Would that make a believer out of you? Because, uh, I don't even know it. My old PA does. You know. The person I hired to basically run my life while I gamble, drink, and sleep with ninety percent of the women in the US? The thing rich people do?
Here, pal, my favorite bit from GQ, Winter 2009.
They're waiting for him on the street. They're waiting for him in the lobby. They're packed in with terrifying precision, lines spilling out and lining the sidewalks, screaming fans with millions of blinking lights taped to their chest, waiting for the man of the hour. Tony goddamn Stark. Billionaire playboy famous for his world changing inventions has done the impossible. He's proven that anyone, given the right drive, can make a difference in the world.
The air is a chant of his name - Tony Tony Tony - and the doors open wide, blinding smile and red-tinted sunglasses - Which, by the way, I still have on me - And every female within sight swoons and screams, threatening to break down the barrier. Everyone wants a piece of this superhero, which is why GQ happily gives him the title of MOST DESIRABLE MAN OF THE YEAR, 2009.
Melanie Goldberg. We ever stop off near my Malibu, I'll get her to send over that month's issue.
SOB
My delusions of grandeur are actually kind of facts of grandeur. Do you want my social security number? Would that make a believer out of you? Because, uh, I don't even know it. My old PA does. You know. The person I hired to basically run my life while I gamble, drink, and sleep with ninety percent of the women in the US? The thing rich people do?
Here, pal, my favorite bit from GQ, Winter 2009.
They're waiting for him on the street. They're waiting for him in the lobby. They're packed in with terrifying precision, lines spilling out and lining the sidewalks, screaming fans with millions of blinking lights taped to their chest, waiting for the man of the hour. Tony goddamn Stark. Billionaire playboy famous for his world changing inventions has done the impossible. He's proven that anyone, given the right drive, can make a difference in the world.
The air is a chant of his name - Tony Tony Tony - and the doors open wide, blinding smile and red-tinted sunglasses - Which, by the way, I still have on me - And every female within sight swoons and screams, threatening to break down the barrier. Everyone wants a piece of this superhero, which is why GQ happily gives him the title of MOST DESIRABLE MAN OF THE YEAR, 2009.
Melanie Goldberg. We ever stop off near my Malibu, I'll get her to send over that month's issue.