Once upon a time, in a stupid youth-induced bad decision, I married the attention-starved lead singer and I was not the coked out supermodel. Come to think about it he wasn't really Bono either so I think we're even.
He was obsessive to put it mildly about the cd's in the house. I joked that we weren't married till a year later than the wedding date when he finally merged the cd's together. It was High Fidelity in my house in many, many disturbing ways.
I totally put my name in all my CD's back then. Don't think you're going to take my catalog of Indigo Girls mister and get away with it.
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