It's the same old story: They bulid you up, from child star to pop icon.
You sleep in an oxygen chamber, buy a chimpanzee named Bubbles, and molest a few small children and they turn their backs on you.
You die abruptly from an apparent oxycontin overdose and everyone loves you again, apparently forgetting the last fifteen years they spent tearing you down.
Typical.
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