Despite a long period of denial, I've finally conceded to myself that after over 15 tumultuous years of unhealthy/unhinged entanglement, Billy Corgan still has my soul in a stranglehold - and it is never to be released.
I was startled how easy it was for others to trigger me into making the decision to go to this show - a decision which, judging by history, is likely to begin a domino-effect which will send me into an insane fucking downward spiral, virtually Rocketeering me toward my rock bottom.
As of now, I'm envisioning us watching the show from the balcony in horror as I channel Salieri secretly attending a performance of Don Giovanni in Amadeus. We'll see; we'll see.
Show in October...Confession to follow.
