Super. Duper.

“William awoke in the middle of the night amidst the powerful storm battering his window pane. Although unusal weather for the Los Angeles area, he found it comfortingly complimentary with his current mood.

Restless, he rose from his bed to look out upon his estate, that usually eased his mind. Standing there, his robe billowing over his naked thighs, he could not help but wonder if all the possessions in the world were worth it. He could make out the hedges he had commissioned to be sheered into his image in the garden, the vineyard from which he started producing W.I.N.E, his own brand. He never bothered to come up with what the acronym actually meant but at first the thrill was simply in drinking it. Recently however, he found his life sadly lacking in excitement.

William had begun to get the sinking feeling that all his possessions were no longer making him happy. As if surrounding himself with more gadgets than Batman could not make up for the fact that he had done something inhumane to gain all of it. Of late he was becoming more and more certain that… he was responsible for the worst song of all time.” - Excerpt from ‘Will. He. Was’- A Novel By Matthew Bradley.