I was a 25 year old doorman at the Axis & Radius nightclub in Scottsdale, Arizona. It was where the rich and famous people went. Sammy Sossa, Mike Tyson, George Cloney, Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Kid Rock, Jackson Browne, et cetera.

I had already decided my super power would be impeccable integrity and trust. Because that seemed so rare among people, I thought well-to-do people would cherish me for it with employment.

For example, one night, as the line to get inside the club went around the block, someone trying to impress his out-of-town friends offered me $5,000 cash to bypass the line. He was astonished I politely asked them to wait their turn like everyone else. I was only earning $8 USD per hour and was desperately poor. But still, I thought me not being for sale would become a priceless reputation for my future.

Nobody cared. Not then. Not later. All those rich and famous people that knew me then; not one ever told me they could use such a trustworthy person in their lives, surrounded by so many fake, smiling, opportunists.

Now, when I see a wealthy man pontificate from his social media megaphone about how much he values people that can't be bought, all I hear is another Pretender speaking about nobility no different than the grandstanding politician.