XXVIII. MYRON KLEIN, RIP
LaRissa Holloway had not moved a muscle for the past thirty minutes. She was so dialed into Charlie’s life story that LaRissa almost forgot she was conducting the interview.
Let me back up for a moment. Mom got wind of my budding music career. She was starting to get curious, with all my late-night adventures. Maybe she followed me or asked around, but eventually, she put two and two together and deduced I was fronting a band, had a manager, and was making good money doing session work.
Theresa didn’t try to charge me rent. She didn’t give me any ultimatums or try to send me back to the dungeon for hiding the truth from her. She just kicked me out of her house. That was my eighteenth birthday present. She handed me a blank card that read, “Happy birthday. Now yo
