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In twenty years, a little bit of Ari Gold hopes that he'll be dead. Sixty terrifies him. Not just because all of his children will be legal (and hopefully still) rich in Hollywood.
Ari Gold doesn't want to get old. That's pretty clear, right? No one in Los Angeles does, of course, and they pay all they can not to, but while you can treat the disease, there is, as of yet, no cure. Ari Gold has moved into middle age (and when did that happen?). He can hear the wolves at the gate.
He doesn't want to lose his hair (too late). He doesn't want to lose his meticulously constructed and cared for girlish figure. He doesn't want the wrinkles to win the war against the injectables. He doesn't want to go grey and get a gut.
He doesn't want to be pitiful. He doesn't want to think he's still on top of a game he isn't even playing anymore.
He doesn't want to have nothing but the wife to fight. He doesn't want to have nothing to do.
Some men can do it (Terence). Some men can't (Bob).
Ari Gold's greatest fear is growing old ungracefully.
Ari Gold doesn't want to get old. That's pretty clear, right? No one in Los Angeles does, of course, and they pay all they can not to, but while you can treat the disease, there is, as of yet, no cure. Ari Gold has moved into middle age (and when did that happen?). He can hear the wolves at the gate.
He doesn't want to lose his hair (too late). He doesn't want to lose his meticulously constructed and cared for girlish figure. He doesn't want the wrinkles to win the war against the injectables. He doesn't want to go grey and get a gut.
He doesn't want to be pitiful. He doesn't want to think he's still on top of a game he isn't even playing anymore.
He doesn't want to have nothing but the wife to fight. He doesn't want to have nothing to do.
Some men can do it (Terence). Some men can't (Bob).
Ari Gold's greatest fear is growing old ungracefully.