I used to like William Alexander. Now I hate him.
I hate him because of the play he wrote. But I hate him even more because of the way he milks his audience.
That play about the Catacombs was so bad that I had to get up and sit somewhere else until his shit was over and the cool stuff started. I was excited to see it, and his intro was great, and I thought, "this is going to rock." I was wrong. And if you clapped for that rubbish, how do you live with yourself? The girl in front of me was apologizing to her friends for making them come to a lame art thingie.
Shit like this ruins.
Just because people still clap for you, just because they buy bull shit, even seem to like it, does not mean you fork it into their open mouths for them.
