I held private, solitary concerts, re-enacting Diana Ross' Central Park performance.
I colored in the black & white illustrations of Nancy Drew books, giving the titian-haired sleuth...well, titian hair, as well as color-coordinated day dresses, gloves and shoes.
My parents, needless to say, were a bit worried; especially my mother. If only I could have shown her this:
I'm not saying one's right and one's wrong, but I think mom may have accepted my Matt Dillon fixation, had I promised to never pierce my septum or permamently place a mural on my face.
