When I was growing up, I had no voice - literally. If I spoke I got punished by the couple that adopted me; if I remained silent I got punished for the expression on my face. One of my favorite rage outlets was listening to Nine Inch Nails (NIN). The words and rage that spewed out of Trent's mouth were what I wished I could speak. On my 21st birthday, when I attended Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs, NY, I attended a NIN concert in Albany, NY. I snuck in a bottle of cheap