Popularity usually makes people pompous assholes. Second, it breeds a slew of total retards, freaks, and other unwanted members of society. (Most who draw unsanctioned porn of everything you make.) Third, it makes people expect you to act a certain way, something that usually gets way out of control after awhile and your mom gets scared and says "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "Yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.