What do you call success? Millions of pounds/dollars/insert-currency-here? A sports car? A mansion? Fame and fortune?
Welp, f**k that!
No. I mean it.
You can take your f**king drafty mansions and your privacy-violating levels of fame, and stick them where the ever-loving sun is hesitant to shine.*
*I haven't even had coffee. I don't even. Just go with it.