Ever since Dad gave me this rock star shirt, I've been trying to live up to the motto. As Auntie Amy would say, "if you're going to be a rock star, be a rock star."
So I've been singing in public. Loudly. And practicing drums and guitar. Every day I get crazy in the Exersaucer mosh pit.
But being a rock star isn't all glamour. This one time, I moshed so hard in the Exersaucer I lost all control of my bowels. There's also the hassle of the constant paparazzi, and the accidental underwear shots published on the web. And just yesterday, I passed out face down in a puddle of my own barf.
Hey - it's all part of the lifestyle. But Mom thought it was gross and wiped me up with a damp rag. That was not very rock star-ish.
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