A narcissist walks into a bar
A shotgun wound has shredded his once beautifully sculpted abdomen. Fresh blood soaks his ornate dress shirt.
The shirt is part of Versace’s Heritage Collection.
“Excuse me!” the narcissist announces to the patrons. “May I have your attention please?”
He collapses to the ground. Shivering.
“I said, may I have your attention!” he shouts.
The patrons promptly turn their attention to the narcissist.
He has their attention.
“Thank you,” he mutters. Life fades out of his eyes.
“Thank you.”
Miraculously, the surgeons at a local Presbyterian Hospital saved his life.