Sharp curves, detours, and U-turns made things quite adventuresome out on the road during this time of self-awakening. Call it a case of arrested development, immaturity, or a delayed onslaught of teenage rebellion, because in many ways that isn’t a stretch. Deferred for all those years were all the things that young people normally should be experiencing as a rite of passage upon leaving the nest. Branching out and trying different things…Going to college…Having a relationship or two that didn’t work out…Experimenting…With the exception of studying that single year at the American Academy, I had leapfrogged headlong from adolescence to adulthood. As described, there was one side of me that was having the time of my life doing the nightclub tour. But the other side was engrossed in dealing with a real Pandora’s box. I was trying to solve all of the things that were going on inside of me that were suddenly freed from the repressed depths. There wasn’t the luxury of cherry-picking the issue of the week to focus on.
