Ummmm…
Do they have a 12-step program for this type of thing?
"Hello, my name is Marli, and I’m a Christian rock-a-holic. (Hello, Marli!) Yeah, thanks…ummm…It started out real small, you know, just kind of casually flipping on the radio in the car, and then a friend gave me a tape, he said, “Oh, this is lots better than the radio, you don’t have any commercials!” so I started listening to it more and more, and before long I was buying my own tapes and humming in church. I mean, I knew I had a problem but I figured, hey, I can quit anytime I want, you know? My parents, you know, they did their best, down on their knees praying for my soul every night after Pat Robertson went off, but all I could think of was getting money so I could buy more tapes. My mom, she found a bunch of them stashed in my room and she hauled me outside and made me burn them while we prayed, but she didn’t know I had some hidden in my box spring, so as soon as she went to bed I snuck them out to the car and started playing them. I thought it made me feel good, you know? I was up to three, four tapes a night. I’d wake up the next morning all groggy, my ears would be ringing, and I still couldn’t stop.
I finally realized I had hit rock bottom when I stole a car, drove it through the front of the Qwik-Stop, and ripped off their safe. I had it out in the woods, beating on it with a crowbar, trying to get to the money inside so I could buy more tapes, when the thought suddenly came into my head, “What am I doing? THIS isn’t for the greater glory of God!” It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I did it…I turned myself in. My cellmate, Bubba, says I’m his bitch now. But since I’ve purged my life of so-called “Christian Rock”, I’m nobody’s bitch but God’s!"