...I broke down and listened to the whole thing off of my MP3 player earlier today

I couldn't help it! This morning my wife and I made a day trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway around Boone (here in North Carolina). It was a 2 and a half hour drive on that wide-open highway. And the score was crying out to me.
I've never used illegal drugs. But now I know what withdrawal must feel like.
So I gave in and played the whole thing. And even played Decepticons and Arrival To Earth twice!
I felt such sweet and joyful relief!
But all the same: my sacred vow is now broken. If a man is only as good as his word, then I'm absent of any redeeming quality at all. I have brought shame on my family name for generations to come. It wouldn't surprise me if my children wound up disowning me and in disgust try to hide their identity by running away and joining the circus or the French Foreign Legion.
So now my life is ruined.
But at least I can go ahead and listen to Transformers: The Score some more
