The Road to Nowhere

The year: 1990

As an 18 year old, I had still not yet decided who I wanted to be, and spent much of my time exploring my options. Which did not always lead me to make the smartest choices...but that's what life experiences are for right? 

I started working at Zia Records in Phoenix when I was 17, obtaining one of the highest sought jobs for cool people in Phoenix. Honestly, it was one of the best jobs I have ever had in my life, giving me total freedom to express myself as I deemed necessary.

With this freedom, I decided it was time for a change. I traded in my mini mini-skirts, 4 inch spike heels and Aquanet addiction in for granny dresses, combat boots, a mohawk and liberty spikes. My music tastes morphed from Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and Ratt to the Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols and Crass. 


My transformation could not have come at a better time. Saddam Hussein was preparing to invade Kuwait and the US was about to become involved, leading to the first peace march rally around the capital in Phoenix since the Vietnam war. Besides, who marches on the capital in mini-skirts and spike heels?  Combat boots were much more conducive to marching and holding "NO BLOOD FOR OIL" signs. Granted, at that point I had absolutely NO idea what was going on. I just chanted along, following the crowd. We could have been demonstrating for freedom to pee in public for all I knew! But I had fun because I was expressing myself.