Most of the time who walks on a red carpet, sits on a throne and vice versa.

Most of the time, I hate them because they don't realize that owning a throne doesn't mean that they can sit anywhere, that they can role down their red carpets over your garden, your dinning table or your clean underwear.

Most of the time when I look in their eyes, I feel guilty and stupid for my hate. Deep down, they are just like most of us, tiny little mortal fellows with freak-control syndrome walking over a different color carpet, that's all.

I wonder how many places and hearts have I trashed with my green carpet and my humble bench?

Augusto Bordelois