Harrison was a famous and loved actor in the early 1930s. He was at the top of the acting world, and was on top of the world. But, as time went on, and the 1940s rolled around, the fame slowly but surely declined. People stopped watching his acting, stopped swarming in the street when he was around, and stopped talking about him. This made Harrison, the once beloved and famous actor, angry, bitter, and jealous. This led him to drinking alcohol, and eventually became an alcoholic. One fateful day, as he was drinking, someone spiked his drink. He didn’t notice, and ended up dying by drinking the poisoned alcohol. He died during the 1940s, and ended up in hell, and quickly was transformed into a wrathful snake/lizard demon. He is cold, untrusting, and keeps to himself.
Harrison’s anger and wrath would grow, as he soon realized that the fame that he, once had, was starting to become a distance memory. He wasn’t as famous as he once was, he wasn’t a household name anymore. He was nobody.
He was a nobody, just like he was before. Being brought all the way up, appearing in the latest movies and advertisements, and having riches, was all a distant memory. He couldn't do anything about it.
Soon after, he became a washed up jealous alcoholic.
(Now imma do lyrics bc I'm bored 🤪).
His name was Harris'
He was an actor
But that was twenty years ago, when he used to have a show.
Now it's the disco, but not for Harrison.
Still in that suit he used to wear, empty bottle in his hand.
He'd sit there so refined. And drink himself half blind. He lost his youth, and he's lost his , and now he's lost his mind.
