Okay, so...long time ago, early aughts, in South Hollywood at Frankie's house, near K town, by the 101. Hanging with Bones from Psychic TV & the Morlocks, Frankie and his girl, and Leighton, singer from the Morlocks. I was working the lights at a local night club and needed my translucent 'vitamins' before an all night shift. Stopped by to re-fill the pipe from Girl's stash, and have a puff. Out to my car to show Frankie some new tracks I'd been working on when Leighton realizes I have a car now. Bounce back in to say goodbye to Girl and Bones and tell them I was going to give Leighton a ride on my way to work. They both get wide eyes and basically say "git...we'll run interference" - that's because Leighton had relapsed on the tar. The last time he did that, he ended up with a granny tied to a chair while he robbed her house whilst waving a no-serial-number gun around. I done git. Frank and girl were kind enough to let him stay in the garage while he spent all his cash on the dragon. Sad, back when Leighton and I lived together, he couldn't stop signing one of my songs whenever we were in the kitchen together. Good chap. Seems better as of late. Anton and I were homeless at the same time at one point. We all ended up at Dave and Dan's house. Their roommate was my drummer at the time. Nigger got too drunk on the couch. I smoked he and Dan out and stole the guest bed when Anton wasn't looking. Sucker. Ha, BJM, needed a rehearsal, and I ran a spot. Locked them in there. They didn't have keys. I passed out at home. Niggers were stuck for 6 hours. Sad. They stole my guitar player in the late 90's. Tried to crash at my house after a local gig. I walked down to the gate, looked them in the eyes and told them to fuck off. That was a tad fucked up on my part, I admit it.