What do you do when your best days are behind you?
I went to the library today and got a book on Truman Capote written/put together by George Plimpton. Father of Martha Plimpton who I had a big resentment against because she was banging River Phoenix that hot piece of ass. May he rest in peace.
What do you do when your best days are behind you? What's the second act? Do you devote yourself to your pottery? I guess you go to Africa and get photographed with starving orphans. That's what I'd do. I'd just travel and live in other countries if I had tons of dough.