It started when we were little kids, free spirits but already tormented by our own hands. Given to us by our parents we got together and wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains and slipped through whatever cracks we can find minds altered. We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled Universe. We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it. We had not yet been or seen our friends selves. Chase tails round and round in downward spiral leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind. Still the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable. And we lived inside it laughing with no clothes. And everything experimental 'till death was upon us in our face mortality. And lots of things seemed futile then. But love and music can save us and did; while the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us. Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around. Nothing is the same, so we keep moving.
I remember 10 years ago in Hollywood we did some good and we did some real bad stuff. But the Butthole Surfers always said it's better to regret something you did, than something you didn't do. We were young and we were looking for the deep kick... Seen them come, seen them go.