Dear Mama Causey,
I'm writing
this because I'm concerned about my little sister,
Chantel. I try to be a good role model and I want to
teach her as much as I can about life, The Causey Way,
and music. I take her to ACE services, buy her CDs, make
her mix-tapes, and give her fashion advice (she is a
nursing student so luckily, she wears white every day).
But I fear all my efforts are in vain.
The last time I spoke with her she was telling me about
how a song by some band called "Creed" is
"really awesome." I spotted an 8x10 black and
white glossy of one of those Backstreet Boys in her dorm
room. When I took her to the ACE service last month, she
addressed The Button as "Dude." (I was so
ashamed.) _THEN_ she asked me to help her fill out her
Judgement Form.
As much as I am trying to guide my poor sister, I can
only guide her so far. I tried to explain the Judgement
form must be filled out with a clear mind and an open
heart. But that only made her angry.
I took her to a show a few weeks ago and when the opening
act said they had 7"s for sale in the back, Crabtel
asked, "What's a 7-inch?" Mama Causey, I almost
cried. Worst of all, Mama Causey, worst of all, she asked
me if I heard about this person called "Papa
Roach." Mama Causey, I don't know who this Papa
Roach fellow is, but I get a creepy feeling every time I
hear his name. As if he's evil, or worse yet, Category
'X.'
My sister should be out record shopping or going to gigs
instead of instant messaging people or hanging out in
"chat rooms" or looking for Papa Roach on
Napster. Next thing you know she'll be watching MTV and
WWF, wearing a j-croo turtleneck/sweater combo like a
preppie, and dancing to Cypress Hill's "I Wanna Get
High."
Mama Causey, you always know what's right. Please let me
know if there is anything that can be done about my
sister. Was she always lost?
Yours Very Truly,
--Concerned in Cleveland
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