It is funny how life treats you sometimes. I spent the later hours of my day with my kids, but also doing the mundane yard work which makes one want to ensconce one's entire property completely in bark chips. As I pulled myself in from the late night sunset, I remember programming a Scooby-Doo episode on the On-Demand feature, and then I apparently had the same experience I had when I was put under while having my wisdom teeth carved out of my cranium. A funny subtext is that based on my first aid background, I know never to be in a comfortable position where you could sleep/pass out with something in your mouth, and as a result I had placed my bubblegum on my forehead while the kids enjoyed the show.YADA YADA YADA I woke up the same way as I did in the recovery room-disoriented, still alive and still very handsome, but unbelievably poor. My wife had put the kids in bed, taken the gum off my melon and Scooby Doo had long since solved his daily mystery; but I couldn't help hearing this song, and the song's message in my cob-webbed head. From over 20 years now, and recorded canal-side in what we would like to think would be our final destination during the prime of our inevitable senility, a reflective, cool rock song that has been stripped down to it's acoustic roots. The feature photos are ours from last July {if you can tell us what 'award winning' venues are within a baseball throw around it we would love to know how cool you are}-near the canal front where the jam went down, but the talent is all Frusciante/Kiedis..and we don't even mind if his B string may have been flat. Look at how young we all looked back then...and that Duvel did not die alone..