I Wasn’t a Scam. I Was a Story That Collapsed Under Expectation
You can call it what you want.A scam.A joke.A headline.A cautionary tale. But let me tell you what it really
Here, I’m taking back the story. This is where I dive into all the stuff the media got wrong, or just twisted, about me and what happened. I’ll clear up the misunderstandings around things like the Wonka Experience and try to give you the real picture, the context that was missing. It’s about pulling apart those ‘villain’ labels and saying, “No, this is my story, and I’m telling it now.”
You can call it what you want.A scam.A joke.A headline.A cautionary tale. But let me tell you what it really
In an age where information zips around at light speed and stories are sketched out in 280 characters, trying to
They called it running.Said I disappeared.Said I went silent because I had something to hide. But that wasn’t silence. That
They looked at me and saw marketing.They thought everything I said was curated.That every lyric, every post, every headline was
Everyone loves a good blaze.The flames. The spectacle.The moment the scaffolding collapses and the crowd gasps. They filmed the fire.They
I stopped being a person the moment the story went viral.I became a symbol. Of failure.Of deceit.Of spectacle.Of shame. They
When everything fell apart, they pointed fingers.They needed someone to blame.And I handed them the perfect scapegoat:Artificial Intelligence. It became
his article is my personal response to public reporting. The original headline is preserved for accuracy. The voice is mine.
They didn’t say it outright.But it was there—in the silence.In the way people stopped replying.In the way journalists used my
I read that headline over and over again when it first dropped.It wasn’t the shock that got me—it was the