Hey! So one day you're cruising down the Sunset Strip three and three quarter sheets to the wind, crawling from the wreckage into another brand new Lambo and the next you're stuck in group home with a bunch of washed up have beens and never wases ... wait is that Flava Flav? No? Then who ... oh man, he did not age well. At least I looked after myself. Who the eff am I kidding? Whatever, at least it's a decent payday... burp.