Iwas pretty straitlaced growing up. I was a perfect student, I didn’t drink too much, I didn’t do any drugs, I didn’t miss curfew, I cleaned my room, I got to school on time: I was good. I wasn’t born with that rebellious streak, and the idea of pushing boundaries made me sweat. But adolescence is not for the faint of heart, and between the usual run-of-the-mill torture of high school, familial trouble, and a raging eating disorder, I had to turn to something to get me through the jungle of existence. So when I was 17, I threw in the towel on my puritan behavior and stepped into the persona of an all-out hellion.

I had a year left on the prison sentence of my academic career. I wasn’t applying to college, and having already started auditioning, I was one foot out the door anyway. And I wa

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