Possum Holler

For those of you who have had the dubvious pleasure of listening to me ramble for a long enough time, you've probably heard me talk of my goal of being famous for no reason.  Of course there are legitimate arguments for people having already accomplished this feat.  I like to point to Paris Hilton or Lisa Marie Presley, among others.  However, they are all disqualified for being rich, attractive or spawn of Rock n Roll royalty (Stephen Baldwin is disqualified by The Usual Suspects).  My goal is to become famous without having money, good looks or famous parents.  "Can't be done!" you might say.  Well, for you, I offer a few recent indications that my fame may be spreading quicker than even I imagined.
 
Example #1
Upon meeting a girl for the first time I mention that some people call me Possum.  Her response, "You're Possum?!?  You're famous!"
 
Example #2
Willie Nelson's Picnic (see below).  I walk up to the concession booth and the girl behind the table says, "what can I get for you, Homeboy."  I had to glance down to make sure I was not wearing this shirt.
 
Example #3
Just last night, Justin, Sarah and I drive by an exclusive Raleigh night club.  A parking lot in front of the club that held no more than 6 cars has a barrel reserving one of the spots.  On the barrel is a sign that reads POSSUM.
 
See!  I'm not deluded.  It won't be long until the Paparazzi is following me around all day, sitting outside the box office, waiting and hoping to catch a glimpse of me when I go to check the mail.  Look, people, if Jessica Simpson can have an entire cable network devoted to her (MTV), the fame of Brian 'Possum' Sellers cannot be far behind.  The FCC is already monitoring this very website.  It takes a pretty important individual to detract their attention from Janet Jackson and Howard Stern!  
 
Brian Sellers, professional celebrity...I like the sound of that.  Send the cards off to the printer!