[WP]You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. The reverse is true as well.

Some people can't be bothered at all, others are kind-of-into a lot of things and still others are both blessed and cursed with a compulsive one-track-mind. Mike was very much that third type of person and, as such, wasn't into 99.98% of things, social media included; but if he were, he probably would have been overwhelmed by the amount of birthday love he was currently getting on the tweeter and the insta.

He had a lot of fans. Die hard, 'your music is what keeps me going,' type fans.

He earned it; it was his right hand, afterall, that wrote the lyrics to "I wanna blast your b-hole" - and it was his left hand that glided over frets like maybe 5 other people ever did. Such a legend already, and at just 28 - that he couldn't help but feel a little relieved that he had even reached 28.

No really, and not just because he was superstitious. He was a little too limited in his interests to concern himself with frivolity. He was relieved because he wasn't exactly living the type of life that is conducive towards it's own continuance. When he wasn't playing guitar compulsively, he was doing something else compulsively. First it was food. I know that sounds kind of lame. Not very rock-and-roll, but my dude loved the carbs. Eventually he started to not like how fat he looked on fuse, so he started running and following all the psuedoscientific advice on /r/fitness. That didn't really work out - it almost did - he was very close to that point where the running high makes it ever-so-slightly addictive (and with Mike's personality disorder, that's all it would have taken). But then he was offered cocaine at a hollywood party and said yes because he was drunk and the person who offered it to him (JGL) said it would make him look all ripped and shit.

Well, it worked (eventually) but that's not why he dug it. He dug it because it made him feel like he did when he first started playing. Like when he was 18 and he was to nervous to play in front of people, but he played along with The Libertines and Pearl Jam and Sublime in his room and learned how to shred and pictured himself in front of those 90's crowds and felt a weird nostalgia for concerts that happened when he was an infant. It made him feel like he did when he finally did join a band (that he found on craigslist because he didn't have any real friends to play with, and only after his hippy mom gave her first ultimatum ever: join a band or pay rent).

Man, it made him feel like he hadn't felt in years, and it became a real problem. But he kicked it, somehow. Problem was, there wasn't shit that made him feel like that anymore. Guitar lost it's appeal. Who knows what happened. It's just like, he did it all, the rush was gone.

He gave up the coke but not the doritos, got kind of fat again. His music got boring. He didn't exactly become a bad guy but his 'I live for your music' fans had to find something else to live for - maybe work? Honestly, he didn't really care.

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