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Being born with a diamond on his head, it was not always easy for Mr. Bastard. Being glamorous 24/7 made his peers jealous and the kids calling him mean words like "low carat", "fake" and even "blood diamond". How can people be so mean?
So as you can tell he had no friends, he was an outcast. But one day (and to what is most likely credited to his shining head), he was noticed by a gang of elegant, but very flamboyant, rascals when he passed by a night club one evening. And unexpectedly he was all of a sudden invited in to this top quality world of extravagance and delight.
But living an expensive lifestyle you can't afford comes with a cost and abracadabra, one day he had no money left and all of his lavish (and very flamboyant) friends just vanished. He was so sad, because for the first time he actually felt
accepted by someone. Walking around the streets crying and having spent his last coins on glass shine spray and a hot dog, he needed to make money somehow. He thought about selling his head, but the consequences would obviously be too great...also who would then headline this story?
Living on the streets like a glamorous drifter, he one day woke up with this fantastic idea; he was going to make music for a living! Not only would this pay for the glass shine spray, but maybe for once he would also be socially accepted for real. So from that day on he became the artist Glamorous Bastard!
contact.glamorousbastard@gmail.com
So as you can tell he had no friends, he was an outcast. But one day (and to what is most likely credited to his shining head), he was noticed by a gang of elegant, but very flamboyant, rascals when he passed by a night club one evening. And unexpectedly he was all of a sudden invited in to this top quality world of extravagance and delight.
But living an expensive lifestyle you can't afford comes with a cost and abracadabra, one day he had no money left and all of his lavish (and very flamboyant) friends just vanished. He was so sad, because for the first time he actually felt
accepted by someone. Walking around the streets crying and having spent his last coins on glass shine spray and a hot dog, he needed to make money somehow. He thought about selling his head, but the consequences would obviously be too great...also who would then headline this story?
Living on the streets like a glamorous drifter, he one day woke up with this fantastic idea; he was going to make music for a living! Not only would this pay for the glass shine spray, but maybe for once he would also be socially accepted for real. So from that day on he became the artist Glamorous Bastard!
contact.glamorousbastard@gmail.com