Nothing like working the newspaper to humble your ego and bring you back to reality.
Had a nice car for the day. Spent the night in a swank hotel. Had a beautiful escort. Was mobbed by 100 autograph-seeking 8-year olds. Shared the stage with Ms. Texas. Was interviewed by the press, my segment ran on the 10:00 p.m. news. Was paid a generous honorarium.
Yesterday, a celebrity.
Today, Don Tate who?
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I feel like that all the time ... one minute being someone, the next, not.
It's kinda pathetic. For me, at least.
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