A Live: The Musical
When I was a teenager, I was very hardheaded and rebellious. Kind of an insidious rebellious, I was a sneakily defiant, naive, lying, Jiminy Cricket-squashing brat. I always secretly felt guilty... but like a hardening heart, the voice of my conscience grew steadily quieter and quieter. When I was a bit older, I could silence the occasional roar with a good solid flow of alcohol. Okay, well I am getting ahead of myself... well... completely off track. Back to sneakiness. It started with the gateway activities of chewing tobacco, music and cusswords. Then I started smoking and listening to music with cusswords in it. Gasp. Back then, BMG was really big. You could order 10 free CDs if you signed up for the monthly offer for a year or something like that. So I signed my life away. For a teen working a part-time, minimum wage job, having to throw down 20 bucks for the newest hit CD was a big deal. Why do ...