Fame costs and this is where you start paying

John took Sam to the Variety Show at school and I stayed home while Tom finished his homework.
This is our actual texting string.

John:  36 acts. 60 minutes. With an intermission.

Me:  Wow. That's kinda impressive.

John:  Nope. Wrong.
John:  Room is a boulevard of broken dreams.

Me:  Is the scout from Juilliard there?

John:  Today's performance is brought to you by the word "vicarious'.
John:  For those times when your own life is not quite enough.

Me:  I'm so blogging this.

John:   Bully for you. I am living this sum bitch.
John:  They are starting up again.  Once more into the breach!

He got home like two hours later.
Me, "I thought it was only an hour"
John, "Nah, man, that was just the fucking overture" Then he walked down the hall singing a Katy Perry song.