I’m about to tell you a story that I’ve only ever told two people. It’s a little bit embarrassing. (Okay, a lot bit embarrassing.) But because I love you dearly, I’ve decided it’s time to come clean and tell you the truth: I went to a Rob Zombie Concert… and I cried. I’m not talking tears of overwhelming joy at being able to see Rob Zombie—I’m no groupie—I’m talking full on panic attack, hysterical tears… at a Rob Zombie concert. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? To begin with, it probably sounds strange that I, a shoe-loving, Mormon high school English teacher would even end up with Rob Zombie…