But oh, to be free...
I remember the first time I saw “Robin Williams: Live on Broadway.” It blew my mind. Who knew that Genie could be so vulgar? So adult, so animated and free. I was 15, and a few months prior I had tried to kill myself. It was a decision driven mostly by teenage spite, as all the best ones are. I was no different from any 15 year old girl - misunderstood and overly dramatic with angst spilling out my eyeballs. “I’ll show them,” I thought as I counted out 33 pills of ibuprofen?