I will never again go see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". It's not that Iwas shocked when I saw it for the first time, I have seen it dozens of times.In fact I was part of a group (we called ourselves "The Hot Groins") thatdressed up and engaged in audience participation during the movie. I wasthere in the first row shouting "Asshole" or "Slut" whenever Brad's or Janet'snames, respectively, were mentioned and all the other stuff; so it's not that. Iwill never again see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" because severalyears ago I was scared shitless by an incident that happened during the firstscreening of this movie in my hometown. This is my story.First an intro, I will keep it brief. I come from a boring small town inAmerica's heartland where the economy has been depressed for as long asanyone can remember. Upon hitting their late teens young people that grewup with the promise of the American dream would begin to question whether the dream was within their grasp. When they graduated from high school aselect few who had good enough grades or family funding would go tocollege right away. But most would linger, alternating between working atodd jobs or in the family business and having a good time. Eventually,despite the opposite sex and other distractions, it became obvious to manythat their lives were going nowhere. Some then joined the armed forceswhile others moved to the city or other towns seeking their fortune andseldom came back. A few however, would stay and become their parentsdeveloping a fierce sense of pride about it during the process. Now that I have given you an idea of the setting where this story takes placelet's get down to business.