I’ve been reading Cherie Currie’s autobiography Neon Angel: A Memoir of a Runaway. It’s the brutally honest account of her life with the all-girls 1970s band the Runaways. I’ve always liked the Runaways. And I think Cherie Currie is wonderful. Her book, though, is sometimes painful to read. It’s salacious in a Lolita sort of […]