The truth is a souped up Big Mac, dolled up and ready for the camera. Blinded by the flashing lights, the shoddy celebrity takes his first steps on a bright red fruit roll up of Niel Armstrong’s worst opinions. We watch them erode before our blanking white eyes, like watching a comet sending itself into the sun. Any time he speaks from a place of his experience, all we can see in it is all the shit that makes him fake and stupid. It really is a waste of time to be right. It’s only the perfect opportunity to become insane, ostracized or hated.

The Last Dance ––– By Luke Meyer ––– September 1st, 2025