"How did you get 55 Vicodin pills a day?" the interviewer asked. Matthew Perry didn't hesitate. "I did all sorts of things. Fake migraines, fake MRIs... But the weirdest thing I did was on Sundays." "What did you do on Sundays?" "I would go to real estate open houses. I’d walk into strangers' bathrooms, open their medicine cabinets, and steal their pills. And they never reported it because they thought: 'There's no way Chandler Bing stole from us.'" In the year 2000, Matthew Perry was making $1 million per episode on the biggest show on Earth. Millions of people tuned in every week just to feel comforted by his wit. Behind the scenes, he was taking 55 Vicodin a day just to survive the agonizing hell of withdrawal. When doctors refused to write more prescriptions, America’s favorite TV star spent his weekends creeping through strangers' private bathrooms like a phantom. Twenty-three years later, despite all the money, rehabs, and global love, he was found dead in his hot tub from an acute drug overdose. Fame and fortune didn't save him. They just gave his monster a bigger stage to hide on. Society sells us the delusion that reaching the top of the world heals your internal void. We believe that if a man becomes famous enough and rich enough, he becomes untouchable. Matthew Perry proved the darkest truth about human suffering. You can have a hundred million dollars and the love of the entire world, but if you don't heal the demons inside you, the nightmare will eventually come back to finish what it started. Success doesn't cure a broken soul. Sometimes, it just pays for a very comfortable grave.