While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Once Upon Another Time . . .
If you don't think Sara Bareilles has a phenomenal set of pipes (not a euphemism (for once)) that are far more developed than her years on this earth you and I are not friends (statistically we aren't either way but, still - we are not).